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Evolving or unraveling?
I've spent the past hour or so exchanging graphic nudes with a friend. Seriously, I never do this. Not to say that for some reason, just about every guy I know hasn't decided to send me a picture of his dick at some point or another. Usually I just kind of laugh and ignore it, though. I don't even really talk dirty, unless I'm actually getting fucked (and in that case, I have to be either REALLY into it or REALLY bored... ).
Apparently, after a ridiculous length of doctor-ordered abstinence, I'm losing my ability to focus on anything but getting fucked. I've actually started indiscriminately coming on to, um, everyone. I'm over-tipping waitresses to make up for my mild to moderate sexual harassment. Thankfully, they like it. But apparently I'm just becoming a man. I'm brash, crude, disinterested in other people's feelings, and blatantly eye fucking pretty much anything that moves. Yep... I fit the fuckin' bill. I don't even care. I feel like a coiled snake, ready to strike.
I'm shortlisting the guys I'd be willing to fuck right now that's an awful sentence. In reality, I'd like Nabo to come over and fuck my brains out, smack the shit out of me, do some really godawful things, but apparently he's gone off to play Captain Asshole. It's almost funny; after waiting so much time to get in my pants again, THIS is the time to disappear. You are a whopping disappointment.
Oh, I really have nothing productive to say. I could probably ramble for an hour or so about my pent up sexual frustration/general rage, but that's not particularly helpful to... anyone.
Just... ugh.
"Fuck baby, I just can't stop touching myself to you."
I've spent the past hour or so exchanging graphic nudes with a friend. Seriously, I never do this. Not to say that for some reason, just about every guy I know hasn't decided to send me a picture of his dick at some point or another. Usually I just kind of laugh and ignore it, though. I don't even really talk dirty, unless I'm actually getting fucked (and in that case, I have to be either REALLY into it or REALLY bored... ).
Apparently, after a ridiculous length of doctor-ordered abstinence, I'm losing my ability to focus on anything but getting fucked. I've actually started indiscriminately coming on to, um, everyone. I'm over-tipping waitresses to make up for my mild to moderate sexual harassment. Thankfully, they like it. But apparently I'm just becoming a man. I'm brash, crude, disinterested in other people's feelings, and blatantly eye fucking pretty much anything that moves. Yep... I fit the fuckin' bill. I don't even care. I feel like a coiled snake, ready to strike.
I'm shortlisting the guys I'd be willing to fuck right now that's an awful sentence. In reality, I'd like Nabo to come over and fuck my brains out, smack the shit out of me, do some really godawful things, but apparently he's gone off to play Captain Asshole. It's almost funny; after waiting so much time to get in my pants again, THIS is the time to disappear. You are a whopping disappointment.
Oh, I really have nothing productive to say. I could probably ramble for an hour or so about my pent up sexual frustration/general rage, but that's not particularly helpful to... anyone.
Just... ugh.
"Fuck baby, I just can't stop touching myself to you."