I've been waiting a long time for sex this good

I haven't written in a while, which would've surprised me a few weeks ago, if I'd had some kind of faster-than-light quantum Internet connection allowing me to read this post dated April 19 as I sat there in late March. (And say, wouldn't that make a splash at COMDEX? Someone should invent a tachyonic modem. Hey, I've got some old circuit boards, a soldering iron, and a cell phone; maybe I could... )

Huh?

Oh, sorry, I got a little distracted because I decided to partake of a little 420 prior to this evening's penis-worship session. Mmmmm... I so wish that I were flexible enough to bury my face in my own hairy crotch and go hnnnnffffffffffff!

Yeah... just take in that delicious male smell. That totally unmistakable melange of ball sweat that's been percolating between hairy thighs and blending with the sweet tang of piss droplets that dribbled out after he'd put himself away and dried on the skin...

But I'm distracting myself again. As I said, I haven't written in a while, and the reason I haven't, when you get right down to it, is fear. I'm afraid, in some sort of irrational, superstitious way, that the guy I've been seeing would pull away from me if he knew how

BADLY
I
WANT
HIM
!