I had promised myself I would never use it, ever. I had seen people do it at my house growing up with an addict mother.
I was afraid as I held the glass pipe up to my lips. Lawrence convinced me to smoke meth for my first time. What a disasterous combination of free time and mischieveous thoughts. It was around Christmas time that I found myself on a paid leave of absence from work and Lawrence had just moved out of his wife's place into mine,unemployed from his veterinary postition. We met at a time where we wanted to turn our lives around, be good for each other. Lawrence is a recovering meth addict, I had used every drug under the sun except for meth. Something none of our other significant others seemed to understand in the passed. We had been dating for about 4 months, We were head over heels in love and lust, loving the fact that we were both bisexual and needed sexual excitement. A circumsized 7.5 inch cock that's always shaved along with his balls,My ideal guy. He has a huge tattoo on his back and a rocker on his collar bone. My BF, let's call him Lawrence is 32 years old, White, about 6'2 185 lbs, brown hair, hazel eyes,dimples, broad shoulders and the most amazing perfect bubblebutt I've ever seen on a guy. I have flowers and a day of the dead Sugar skull tattooed on my arms. I am 29 years old, Spanish and Native American, about 5'1 125 lbs, dark brown almost black straight hair, Olive complection, 34 B perky tits and a round Latina ass.
