11.27.2005

out for mine

so i cannot lose this feeling. i received a call from my hs friend. i thought that i would have sex with him. my decision was made during a time of sobriety. so anyway, we go to his house and then out to eat, then back to his house. so he starts fumbling with my tits. it's okay. well, no, it feels damn good. so he proceeds to "dine at the y."
it's okay. well, he did a pretty decent job. however, i have not been fucked tonight. he came quick and couldn't get it back up. plus it was extremely difficult for him to even get it up. you want to talk about someone who is pissed off and frustrated. i am so pissed off. i love sex and he messed up my night. i could have called someone else for this. it was just so bad. then, he proceeds to tell me that he's nervous and stressed and cannot perform. i think my favorite thing that he said was when after he was sure his dick wasn't going to work, he told me not to tell anyone. what the hell? i'ma need you to get your shit together and then try to give me a call. why is it that the men i am with cannot keep it up? the same thing happened with mr. j. the only one that could hang with me was mc. oh good lord. that man has the best penis ever. i think that if women were having good sex, the would marry a man because of his sexual performance. i love mc's penis. i absolutely love it. it sings to me. it makes me want to be a better person, just so long as i could have it every day. that would truly make me the happiest person in the world. i mean, for real though. why don't these men's dicks work. i am not that intimidating that men cannot perform around me. i just want to fuck. no strings. no crying because someone lets his feelings get in it. i've also decided that i am not going to fuck a man with a small dick. i will not do it to myself. i deserve the best and a 6" dick is going to piss me off. i think that there is someone for everyone and the person for me is bigger than 7" and very, very wide. i also like very hard dicks. none of this soft namby-pamby shit. get it up or get out. tonight with him, it was just a waste of time. and then he has the audacity to tell me not to tell anyone? get your dick to work and i won't have anything to tell anybody. whatever. no more non-fuckers. which brings me back to mr. hawkins...

so i text messaged him on friday and he didn't respond to the message. i think that our hugs before he left to go home were friendly and no more. or maybe he's busy and doesn't have time to respond. bullshit, if he wanted to respond, he would, period. there isn't another explanation. maybe i'll still hear from him soon. i still can't believe that hs has horrible sex. what the hell? men, if your shit don't work...don't try to use it. i am seriously hungry. that muthafu@&a wasted my time. never again. i'm not so sure that he will get the answered call the next time he calls. i mean, what the fu@k? i'ma need you to know what the hell it is you are doing. but, i guess it is what it is.

what is it about him that attracts me to him to strongly? i'm in such a pisser. let's see...what else? the way he hugged me made me want him more. am i twelve or not? let's see, what else? i don't think that there's much more to it. i'm sure i'll have something to say a little later on, if i don't pass out first.

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