“I don’t know what it is thing between us or what it will be but I really love hanging out with you. You are one cool cat and I really don’t want to stop.”
I certainly didn’t think it was going to turn into being cut dead and ignored while curled up onto the sofa together.
But whoever you are searching for me as longingly as I search for you, when you find me, please forgive me for every nipple I have shown, every asshole I have photographed, every dick I sucked and sniggered about it afterwards with my friends on the Internet. I can’t imagine that I will stop any time in the near or far future. But if you don’t want me to mention you I will do my best to keep a promise that I won’t.
I sat next to an old friend at a birthday dinner. She used to have a girlfriend but now she is back to having a boyfriend. I asked her what it is like to eat out a girl. She told me that first you have to get over the fact it is totally gross what you are about to do. Then once you do it, it is exactly like having a great big pash with something. And it is really easy and isn’t difficult at all. Then we talked about how sometimes giving a guy a blow job is really difficult and boring sometimes, mechanical. Anyway I always wondered and now I know.
You are the last person I would invite to my hotel room.
And today we remembered how it is to do things we do not like, just to remind ourselves why they hurt so much in the first place. I told you Valeria.