It’s been forever. Yeah.
Not that I’ve been hiding, or with holding. Quite the opposite. Orgasms a plenty. Sex, self-sex. Love. And other things.
Firsty.
Boy came back late last year. I ended it. Not healthy. And to be honest, I can’t be with someone who is so friggin’ selfish in bed. Orgasms were few and far between with him, he didn’t try, didn’t actually want anything other than to come, him only. Everytime – promises. I would finish myself off, or end up wanking in secret, or whenever I could, cause it just wasn’t enough.
Well it’s done. Moving along.
There was a brief encounter. You always want what you don’t want, yeah? Want what disgusts you, ugly love. Ugly attractions. We all have them. There is an excitement involved in partaking. Ugly sex. Don’t lie. You know it.
And other…
Holiday romance, fleeting. Hot, very hot. Great Orgasms. Great intensity. No fear. Perhaps it’s just being away from home, fear goes out the window, no fear cause there is no to little responsibility, well responsibility to yourselves and others, but the repercussion of whatever you get to don’t live around the corner, they can’t haunt you daily. Bar Boy. Come on, seriously, what single girl wouldn’t – which is why I was safe, very safe. The one thing about being so far apart, when you actually want to see someone who doesn’t just live around the corner, your cravings become more like small obsessions. There’s an attraction there. I keep thinking about it, feeling it. Thrust. Yep. Feel him push into me and feel his hands over my body. Shivers…*Shudder* (in a good way). I’ve been wanking all week long, feeling these feelings. Not common for me.
Revisiting past experiences never used to be a thing I did. Maybe, not many of them have really hung around with me for so long physically before. I mean, they all stay for a while, then dissipate, I’m walking around constantly turned on, needing outlet.
So, wank, wank, wank. And I do.
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