Paper 2.1 (Information Systems) is boring. Oh fuck me with a 2 foot horse dick, it is boring. I should be studying that paper now, but honestly, french kissing a public toilet seat is far more appealing than possibly getting a nosebleed over that 2.1 text book.
Apart from the ennui being forcefully uprooted from my midst by this dreadfully dreary paper I'm (supposed to be) studying, there is another thing that is hopelessly distracting me. My pussy.
I'm horny. Oh fuck me with a 2 foot horse dick, I am horny. What I wouldn't do for cunnilingus right now - that is a short fucking list, I'll tell you that much.
It may be better for my heart and state of mind in the long term to not jump into a relationship merely in hopes of effectively replacing the last guy, but oh fuck, my clitoris and evirons are not altogther very pleased. This "getting to know the person first" thing is far more time consuming than first anticipated. Well, I guess I should at least be happy that I do have guys to "get to know". But you need not worry - I am taking my time. Goodness knows I do not want to fuck up like I did with JD (I never explained what happened to make me sever ties with him completely. Well... I guess that's why flash-backs were invented).
Anyways, as I was saying, before I oh-so rudely interrupted myself, there is no need to worry - I am taking my time. Although (or perhaps because) I have several options of whom I would like to enter into a non-platonic relationship with, I can say with utmost honesty that I have not engaged in anything remotely, or even with a hint of emotional/sexual content. Apart from joking and laughing. Besides, I go out in groups - and goodness knows it's great to be the only female among a bunch of guys. I may get my arse sliced off and handed to me when we all go out playing pool (said with the greatest of experience), but it is still a great deal of fun.
But then it's times like these - when your pussy is throbbing so goddamned much that you can't help but rub your thighs together and lick your lips hoping that no one will notice - that I think...
"It would not take much... and I'll remember what it's like to feel a tongue on my... licking his neck... there's nothing to lose, right? There ain't a thing to lose."
"There's nothing to lose but my mind and all things I wanted." - Breaking Benjamin, "Forget It".
That's a lie if I ever heard one - there's nothing to lose.
That's a lie in the same class as...
"It doesn't count if you're in another country."
or
"... But I didn't inhale."
or
"I didn't know she was your sister."
Shit. I'm wasting time. It's almost 9. Alas, it is time to return to that loathsome text book.
Thank goodness there aren't any public toilets nearby.
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Celibate-o-meter - 4 months and counting.