Pour a Hard Drink for Harder Times
Tomorrow I go to an appointment for birth control. No prospects ahead, however.
Is this akin to keeping a fire extinguisher in your car? Hanging onto unused plastic forks for "just in case"?
Some say the universe is a funny place. Can't it just be thoughtful instead?
The internet is never boring.
I discovered that someone searched for "ass caviar" and my weblog responded.
Good for you, my dirty, dirty blog.
Rarely does one set a specific goal for masturbation other than orgasm.
On the bed, I steel myself to learn how to squirt and not rise until I achieve enlightenment.
Fantasy showing through the back of my lids, desire beating upon my breasts, I curl my middle and ring finger inside myself and pull, forcefully, rhythmically. A gush, a giggle. No orgasm, but the flood precedes one. I can feel it building.
Euphoria. Then dismay.
I made my own cum spot.
That I have to sleep in.
'Boyfriend' is just another word for disappointment.