Dog in heat

Frank: You did what? (looking shocked)
Erik: Yes. (turning a little red and being all gigly to make myself look more innocent)
Frank: So you.. Yesterday.. What time.. How..
Erik: I drank pints with Dirk and Mark on the terras, then grabbed a cap to Dirk' home, we talked about life, smoked the best grass I have ever laid my lungs on, I sext Harrie (a text but with an indescent proposal in it), and he was all in to it.
Frank: But, did you, like, have sex with him again?
Erik: No, I sucked his cock on the couch.
Frank: Humpff. Erik, it is a bit, how do I say this delicately?
Erik: Slutty?
Frank: Yes, slutty.
Erik: Frank, his body is amazing, his dick is just perfect, I think I'm addicted to his manhood.
Vicky: Dus gij het lekker liggu kluivuh?
Frank: Oh my god..
Dinja: hihi, niets boven een avond 'working the skills'.
Frank: Ow, wat erg.
Erik: And I was all smelling like café, I was stoned as hell. And he, he looked and smelled so good. And his dog, Mickey, he was staring at me from the kitchen like, hello there, hi, why don't you come and say hi to me. I think Harrie couldn't get me faster out off his house after I made him say god.
Frank: Maybe there is still something between the two of you.
Erik: There is absolutely nothing between us anymore. We are not the kind of guys to have a relationship together, that's clear too me, it just took me a while to see that.
Frank: Then the hell with it. Maybe you can have a sexual relationship with him.
Erik: That would be fun.
Frank: And the sun is here, time for you to mingle your way in again.
Erik: I'm done mingling.
Frank: I know this man from Eindhoven, he is..
Erik: ..stop Frank, really. It's very sweet but I don't need no man.

Vicky: Gosh, here we go again.

Erik: Seriously. What I need from my friends is to understand me, or at least, try to follow the way I flow. I've written loveletters last year, it's not like I can just go and meet other men like my words were just a phase or something. I opened my heart to this creature. And I know some of you think that holding on to a certain feeling is sick but understand that this is the way I see and live love. And even thou the crush is gone, wich some of you may not believe, it was the first time in my life I was in love. I will not give up on what I feel is perfect. I think that's fake. And about last night; give a man a perfect blowjob is not love, that's lust.

Vicky: And we already have so much fakeness going on.
Erik: Exactly. King Kong has got nothing on me.
Frank: I think your so 19th century.
Dinja: I think we need to go bowling.



VV Brown - L.O.V.E.