Okay - it is hot and sticky AND i smell like him. Yes, we had sex.
I had SOBER SEX. At some point I reach the stage where I don't need large quantities to make me to touch you. I do so with no substance at all.
Hold the applause.
I am going to be completely honest. Children should not read this.
You know that Harry met Sally movie where he says, "how long do I cuddle before I can get up?" That is me. I am lying there - he is asleep, and I am staring at the wall.
Thought process.
I am hot. I need to do some shopping. How long do I have to be here. I can't leave. If I leave then there is that whole "booty call" conversation. He should get a DVD player. I have no money. I need to work. It is really noisy outside. I hope no one comes in. I would like to put on my pants, but then there is that whole "booty call conversation". I like him. I mean, I like him enough. There really isn't that spark. There isn't anything to talk about. All this fuss for him. That is the problem - in my head after awhile it seems like a fuss should be made, but then I see him and nothing. I need to do some laundry. I am so hungry. Can I take out my book and read while he sleeps? Is that rude? I just want to get up.
All that fuss and well, he seems nice enough. Should there be more than nice enough?
Another thing. PLEASE DON'T LET YOUR CHILDREN READ THIS. i don't want to corrupt young minds.
Blow jobs. Yes, I said blow jobs. I like doing them, but for how long? I am sure it says something about my blow job skills that it is taking freakin forever. I am like, either come or fuck me. I can't do this all day.
Oh my. I don't think I've ever been this honest.
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