Love to Win, Win to Love
"So . . . where did you just cum?" I ask him, casually.
"I'm not telling you." He's generally not so evasive. It had to be somewhere good, I could tell.
"Why the hell not? It doesn't matter if it was in a kleenex or in a towel or a dirty sock . . . I don't care."
"Why do you even want to know?"
"I told you that when I masturbate, I like to imagine the guy's orgasm: it's what makes me orgasm. So . . . where did you cum?" I persist until I wrench the information from him.
"Ugh . . . God . . . in a cup," he answers defeatedly.
"IN A CUP?!?"
"Yes. It was handy."
"Hmmmmm." I think a...
Dullard
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Deanna a dull girl.
Here's to not getting...
Don't Leave
After two violent orgasms over Skype, I was falling asleep.
" . . . and then you won't feel the pressure to leave me," I heard myself say through a haze of lethargy.
"What? Leave you? Why would I leave you?" The anxiety in his voice woke me.
"What did I just say?" I asked him. He told me. "I don't know why I said that. I really don't. What were we talking about before?" He doesn't remember. "Hold on, let me think . . . no. No. I really don't know why I said that. Maybe it was my subconcious mind hijacking my mouth."
Perhaps I am afraid he'd leave me. That, again, I'll be...
Boobtastic
It takes photgraphing your naked breasts to realize just how fucking big they are.
Eep.
