I'm doomed.
To pick up the story right in the middle:
Got a few emails today. P Ble and Bunky both send me a little message. "Hi, how are you?"
What does that mean, "Hi, how are you?" coming from women that you have (or have had) some mild amount of sexual relations with? P Ble I kind of dated for a little while about a year ago; Bunky gave me a very nice birthday present back in February. Both have some amount of lingering, musky sexual tentsion whenever I see them, or v.v. I don't want to be rude, but I can smell pussy on them whenever they are around.
Two emails. Today. One from each of them. "Hi, how are you?"
To some of my readers, this may seem like a blessing, and indeed there is no displeasure to be found in the comforts of either of these girls. P Ble is my age, salt and pepper hair, lithe body with full hips, and pale, librarian skin. She is anxious and eager in bed and likes to get a little kinky. Bunky is ten years younger than me, a Sophomore in college, a little stocky with some definite tomboy tendencies, but she's done a few things on my checklist before me (e.g. she enjoys fisting other girls). Either one would provide an excellent evening of carnal and somewhat intellectual pleasures.
So what's the problem?
My hackles rise thinking about it. My body reaches Jabba the Hutt levels of fatigue. Because I'm already either semi-, quasi-, or full-fledged dating four other girls. Four other girls that I've been dating for a while (two over a year), or recently (since the end of school), all of which provide various levels of physical combined with intellectual pleasure.
I'm not bragging, and if you think that I am a braggart, then you will hate reading any other articles in this blog. You'll positively hate them. I'm not sure where I'm going with all of this yet, but I'm screaming inside to get this stuff off of my chest, and my roommate is getting sick of it. I even IM'ed an old friend the other day, someone that is happily married and has absolutely no desire to hear about my sexual exploits, and I realized that I had a problem. So, just for the record, this blog is going to be all about honesty in telling the events. If I get strapped in the ass (like I did for Issy's birthday after-after-after-after-party last Saturday), I'll damn well tell about it.
Two girls have emailed me today, and I don't know what to do about it.
Got a few emails today. P Ble and Bunky both send me a little message. "Hi, how are you?"
What does that mean, "Hi, how are you?" coming from women that you have (or have had) some mild amount of sexual relations with? P Ble I kind of dated for a little while about a year ago; Bunky gave me a very nice birthday present back in February. Both have some amount of lingering, musky sexual tentsion whenever I see them, or v.v. I don't want to be rude, but I can smell pussy on them whenever they are around.
Two emails. Today. One from each of them. "Hi, how are you?"
To some of my readers, this may seem like a blessing, and indeed there is no displeasure to be found in the comforts of either of these girls. P Ble is my age, salt and pepper hair, lithe body with full hips, and pale, librarian skin. She is anxious and eager in bed and likes to get a little kinky. Bunky is ten years younger than me, a Sophomore in college, a little stocky with some definite tomboy tendencies, but she's done a few things on my checklist before me (e.g. she enjoys fisting other girls). Either one would provide an excellent evening of carnal and somewhat intellectual pleasures.
So what's the problem?
My hackles rise thinking about it. My body reaches Jabba the Hutt levels of fatigue. Because I'm already either semi-, quasi-, or full-fledged dating four other girls. Four other girls that I've been dating for a while (two over a year), or recently (since the end of school), all of which provide various levels of physical combined with intellectual pleasure.
I'm not bragging, and if you think that I am a braggart, then you will hate reading any other articles in this blog. You'll positively hate them. I'm not sure where I'm going with all of this yet, but I'm screaming inside to get this stuff off of my chest, and my roommate is getting sick of it. I even IM'ed an old friend the other day, someone that is happily married and has absolutely no desire to hear about my sexual exploits, and I realized that I had a problem. So, just for the record, this blog is going to be all about honesty in telling the events. If I get strapped in the ass (like I did for Issy's birthday after-after-after-after-party last Saturday), I'll damn well tell about it.
Two girls have emailed me today, and I don't know what to do about it.
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that was a test comment by throb. Don't think that I'll delete controversial comments.
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