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I'm horny. I met a potential fuck buddy recently but the man goes to bed early as hell because he has to get up early as hell. Then there is the deal that we fucked once (he was terrible!) and now he is all nonchalant about getting around to a repeat performance. His dick is small and he was like a fucking jack rabbit but right about now that will do until I find a suitable replacement. If only this jackass would straighten the hell up and fuck me on a regular basis (which I told him was a requirement just yesterday---to which he agreed.)
I miss giving head and I really love sucking dick but I didnt suck him off because he acted all weird and aloof about kissing and eating pussy. So fuck that. He could at least kiss a person ya know. So I didnt suck him off which I was dying to do and I also let him beat off to get a nut when his dick kept going limp. Did I mention that this fool brought porn with him (the worse fuck movie I have ever seen) and still couldnt get a second nut off. Pathetic. Still, I need some dick. I dont wanna keep dealing with his ass because he has a girlfriend in another state and 3 damn kids. I cant believe someone got pregnant 3 times for his ass. Especially since he cant fuck worth a damn.
Anyway I shaved my cunt, took a pic and sent it to his cell. He didnt call back because he was sleeping of course. And when I see him tomorrow he will be like "oh what was that pic you sent?"
whateva nicca!

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I cant sleep. This doesnt happen often but when it does I sit and I think to myself about all the things I should or could be doing. I think sometimes that I will get up in the morning and finally begin life. I keep thinking to myself that life will start and I will be in the thick of it. I will wake to find myself laughing with my head thrown back and my dark eyes twinkling. And just then at the right time I will look across to see my lover's eyes smiling back at me. Contented and audacious like the glossy ads of magazines and the crisp language of makeup commercials we will bounce off into that great and happy unknown, leaving our audience to wonder at happenings in their own humdrum lives.

I should sleep now. I wont. I wish there were someone to call for the familiar comfort that sex brings. The smell of sex and the taste of it are what I want at this instant. The saltyness. The hot smell of good sweat. I called a potential lover but they were asleep. They have an early day I suppose or perhaps a late night. I dont care. I just wanted to forget for a little while and I resent this absent lover a little for being unavailable.
Contact. I just need contact.