With your asshole. I think I'm a little bitter lately cuz this total tool I used to fuck around with got me all riled up and excited to see him, only for him to bail on me. No, he didn't just bail on me, he didn't even bother to call, or fucking text or- I don't even know why I bother. This guy is really cute, and sort of edgy, he's an amazing fucker, smart, funny, charming, and... you think can can reconnect after you've already connected- established a connection, felt that there was a connection between you. That things can work out with someone, that you're not just another hot lay to them, that this is more than just false intimacy and artifice put on for a few hundred
bucks then when you're all spruced and ready to go out on the town, WHAMO! They dick you over and leave you sad and waiting and wanting to cry. Whatever, it's just sex. But it was sex that I excited about, actually getting worked up about and for once I... The last time he fucked me... it was so good I fainted. Swear to God, or Buddha, or Zeus, or whatever- I fucking came and the next thing I knew it was the morning and he was looking down at me while rubbing my head. 'You got a little excited and... well you fainted.' Then he smiled. Do you know how embarrassed I was, how stupid I felt, and then- then he kissed me and told me I was beautiful. I'm stupid for thinking this could be more than exactly what it is. Some guy who fucked me a while back, fucked me so good that I fucking fainted, calls me up out of the blue just to see if he could get me. Once he figured out he could... well, why bother following through? Why didn't I think about it? It's been 3 months. Why didn't he call me before now? Why didn't I call him? Because I didn't think it was real. Apparently it wasn't. I don't think I'm going to go out tonight. I think it's an in house night full of watching porn and laughing at the cheesy dialogue... cause you know, that always cheers me up.
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