♣ ✉ ✍ - Oscar
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
Dear Diary,
   Fucking hell, kissing him makes me smile. You don’t even understand. It was just a fuck at the start but then there were these little things, like kissing his neck as I fucked him or how our fingers just fit together as we fucking. I really really like him and I don’t care if I only met him today, I don’t want anybody else to have him. The thought of him saying someone else’s name as he orgasms makes me want to vomit. Char was reading me some weird facts once and now there’s one that really stands out to me; The first kiss is really important in relationships because it’s natures way of saying whether you work together. Kissing is an exchange of hormones and it like, basically makes you realise whether you suit or not and fuck I really like kissing him.    From Carter x
✉: For a regular letter about anything from my muse.
Hey Oscar,
       So apparently I like Camp Rock now, and the Jonas Brothers, and Demi Lovato, and Taylor Swift. Char bought me all the CD’s. If you meet her, punch her for me then tell he she’s a stupid lesbian. Did I ever tell you that the cocktail I made you was called Fuck Me From Behind? I’m a funny fucker aren’t I. Funny fucker. Okay I’ll stop now I’m sorry. I had to buy a new shirt because your cum won’t come out of it.       See you whenever I see you       Bye babe xÂ
