Yesterday's orgasm count: one. ::sigh:: And yes, self-inflicted
I'm getting sick of my hands. Actually, I'm getting sick of anything that tries to simulate the real thing. I want a cock, damn it! But at the same time, I really don't feel like dealing with the bullshit that tends to go hand in hand with picking up.
I'll be so fucking glad when my beloved returns.
About Me
- Queenie
- I am a sexually fixated young woman, who has made it her personal project for 2008 to document her thoughts, adventures, and orgasms throughout the year. Obviously, there's more to me than that, but it's pretty much exclusively what this journal focusses on. As you can probably imagine, it's explicit, so don't come crying to me if you got more than you bargained for. Really, the title alone should already let you know what you're getting yourself into by reading my self-absorbed waffles. Probably needless to say, I am free-spirited and unashamed, and think that sex should be shared and mutually enjoyed, not abused.
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