Got to dance with David K last night. What a hottie. I'm also making friends with his girlfriend, and I think she might like girls at least a little bit. If you can't beat em, join em. Which, in my case, may involve a threesome.
This is what I just wrote him: "Some day, if the moment is right, I'd love to kiss you. I'd also like to have your cock down my throat, but probably the one goes before the other." I'm classy, you know.
Every day for a couple weeks the intrusive thoughts have been happening again. I remind myself of all the people who would be upset, and who would wish that I had called them instead. I think I'm just not good at physically handling a lack of sex. I last had sex a week ago, once. And, while there were multiple orgasms, I was by no means emptied of the amount of orgasms that I was prepared to have.
I need a strategy. It is unfortunate that I can no longer rely on Dustin to clear me out every few weeks. I am sexually starving. It feels like I'm dying. It feels so pent up, I don't know what I'll do. Masturbation makes me cry and think of Dustin, and wish he were here. If I'm on the phone with someone, it is less lonely, and I can do it. I did end up crying after being on the phone with Mike the other day, because we only had 8 minutes before he had to get off the phone and get back to work. I came, but it was just so short.
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