Thursday, August 30, 2007

Something to not remember… sex… no, I don’t fucking have a boyfriend so shut the fuck up okay?

I have not had sex for as long as I cannot even remember. I just know it’s very long. But how long? I don’t know.

I cannot even remember the feelings anymore. How it is like to cum with the other person when my pussy contracts and he’s astonished… How he likes me to move my little finger on his thigh when we’re watching TV on his couch, how it is to lick both his balls a little bit painfully but also passionately… how it feels for him to just take me with close to no foreplay and just rock me all over as if that’s okay… I can’t even remember… Ugh… sex…

And if you know what’s the most insulting question to a woman that’s almost going insane for celibacy, lemme tell ya: it’s what that dude in Home Depot today said to me when I was looking for an at least 25 ft light duty extension cord for my apartment for portable AC, mini-fridge and microwave: “Do you have a boyfriend?” And the dude outside of the liquor store on 5th Street? “Oh man, you look fantaaastic… Do you have a boyfriend?”

Okay can you guys just stop that, please? I’m fucking heart-broken and exhausted. Do you have any idea how I went nuts at all? You guys are stinging me… Just stop that, please… I’ll give each of you a dollar bill if you just shut the fuck up man…

2 comments:

Smivey said...

Awwwww… sad. Living downtown probably isn’t the best place to find a mate. But I’m sure it’s exciting. Thanks for the link.

Downtown Chick said...

I won’t blame Downtown if I want to be truthful to myself…

Smivey! You’re here! You want something to drink?