By A Friend

I'm talking to my friend via Skype right now. I asked him for a topic and this is what he gave me: a boy and a bird with special powers. He hasn't come up with a power yet. He said the obvious "bird lands on a person and knows the person's thoughts," but he wants to come up with something more creative.
I don't know how to give this a plot though...And if it would be suitable for this blog post haha. But I'll give it a whirl. See how it goes.
(a few minutes later) Now he's saying the bird poops gold...after showing it true love. What?! XD
(another few minutes later) He likes the bird knowing people's thoughts. But then somehow the boy knows what the people are thinking as the bird sits on other people's shoulders...Without the bird telling him. So the bird doesn't talk. And the boy knows the thoughts of other people through the bird. Hm. This is an odd premise. But okay, let's run with it O_O


The Boy and his Finch
He was just walking. Walking somewhere, he can't remember where. And something had caught his eye on the way.
It was a bird. A little brown finch. It wouldn't have been noticeable otherwise but it was sitting on a bright green cloth in the middle of the sidewalk so he saw the little animal very clearly. It made him stop in his steps and just consider the creature, tilting his head to the side and just staring at it. The bird made the same motion, as though copying the boy.
He made to start walking again, trying to go around the bird, but the bird wouldn't let him for some reason. The boy was confused but stopped again. The bird hopped towards him and onto his shoe, looking up into his face. He was still bewildered as to how this was happening, checking to his left and right to see if anyone else was seeing this. No one was. His gaze turned down to the bird on his shoe again and he thought the bird was smiling at him. So he smiled back. He crouched down and the bird hopped off his shoe to stand right in front of the boy.
So he reached his hand out, palm up, to offer the finch a ride. The finch gladly hopped onto his fingers and enjoyed the perch of his shoulder.
"I'm Justin by the way," he said with his chin tilted to the side.


He's distracting me now. He's getting me really horny. But I don't mind. He's not letting me touch myself so my fingers are just on my keyboard. I haven't seen his cock yet so I can only imagine what it would look like. I want it to be big and hard and long and thick, inside my pussy. I'm a virgin so it might not even fit, but I don't care. He said he would force it into me. Fuck. I want it. Painful pleasure. So good. I'm so fucking wet and I can't touch myself. I won't touch myself. I'm getting shivers all over my thighs and upper arms.
He's telling me how he'd want to get another cock inside me. How he would want to find five other cocks, including his. One in my ass, one in my pussy, one in my mouth, and one in each hand. I'd want it so bad. He said they'd take turns fucking me.
He's snoring now lol. He's weird.
He's been stroking himself too. It's such a hot thought.
He wants me to keep typing. I just want a cock inside me. I want it fucking me right now. I'm just sitting at my desk and I just want a cock fucking me. Sitting right here. I don't know how it would work. I want him in front of me. While I'm sitting at my desk. Typing. I can feel my wetness threatening to spill onto my panties. I want it to but I also want to be able to control myself.
Our call ended because the connection was weak.
He's telling me we'd find a random person off the street, the first guy I laid eyes on. He asked me what I would do and say, and I replied I would hug him and whisper, "I'm really fucking wet and I need you to fuck me right now."


...so yeah. I'm just gonna post this and hopefully no one I know reads it :D

Have a great day everyone!