ninety percent!
Whatever, I'm not falling in love! AHJG called me over the weekend and I'm totally going to call him. Maybe I'll even bed him ridiculously early.
What does falling in love mean? Putting up with a guy's bullshit and telling yourself you're gonna marry the dumb bastard? I know better than that. Now, if I have developed some fondness for WHN, I just can’t help it, because although I know I have very little basis of comparison, he’s great in bed. Or maybe it’s just me? Anyway, most of my girlfriends my age never seem to climb the old mountain, so to speak, whereas I do at an amazingly high success rate. Like, at first it wasn’t much, but now it’s pretty much every time.
Hopefully I’m not sharing too much information here, but what the fuck, no one reads this but Anna probably anyway. But a public service announcement: on the stomach is a sure fire way to go. I don’t know if it’s technically doggy-style, because I’m not on my knees, but I’m just saying that it’s fabulous. Things occasionally get rough during *les liasons*, and I really like that. Kinky shit. I wonder if AHJG would push me around. He seems like kind of a wimp. But maybe there’s just an inner beast waiting to get out.
I’m aware that ninety percent of this relationship is lust. I’m okay with that. I’m not falling in love!
(So you say, “The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” and I say, “Bite me!”)
What does falling in love mean? Putting up with a guy's bullshit and telling yourself you're gonna marry the dumb bastard? I know better than that. Now, if I have developed some fondness for WHN, I just can’t help it, because although I know I have very little basis of comparison, he’s great in bed. Or maybe it’s just me? Anyway, most of my girlfriends my age never seem to climb the old mountain, so to speak, whereas I do at an amazingly high success rate. Like, at first it wasn’t much, but now it’s pretty much every time.
Hopefully I’m not sharing too much information here, but what the fuck, no one reads this but Anna probably anyway. But a public service announcement: on the stomach is a sure fire way to go. I don’t know if it’s technically doggy-style, because I’m not on my knees, but I’m just saying that it’s fabulous. Things occasionally get rough during *les liasons*, and I really like that. Kinky shit. I wonder if AHJG would push me around. He seems like kind of a wimp. But maybe there’s just an inner beast waiting to get out.
I’m aware that ninety percent of this relationship is lust. I’m okay with that. I’m not falling in love!
(So you say, “The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” and I say, “Bite me!”)