I am officially part of the sinister ilk of Dorks Who Stay Home on Friday Nights. meh, it's cold out and if I hang out with people tonight I will only destroy them.
for you see, a single krysten is an unspeakably horny krysten. anyone who dares cross my path tonight had better be ready to succumb to crazy ninja lust. that's right. now that my libido has finally reared its ugly head, I have no one to take it out on, so my next victim could be anyone.
I'm chewing on my thumb to make myself feel better. it is not helping. the next logical step is a tattoo. my fickle nature should really prevent this kind of thing from actually happening. I almost got Justin's name tattooed on my breast last year, for crying out fucking loud. now THERE would be a day to rue.
he was really, really, really bad at oral sex. theoretically, cunnilingus is among my favorite fucking things in all existence, but he damn near ruined it for me with his absolute lack of skill. no matter how much I tried to help him, he was hopeless, he thought it was all about licking and only licking, and licking in the wrong places and with the wrong amount of pressure at that. of all the times he tried to go down on me, I only came once, maybe out of politeness, maybe because it was the first time he'd ever done it and I'm just nice like that. every time after that I always had to make him stop because he was just bad.
I am without remorse.
twice in my life I've had an orgasm in my sleep. the first one was in a dream where I was masturbating with an ice cube tray. yeah woo for me and stuff.
the other one was last night and it was just a replica of something that happened I don't know how many weeks ago on someone else's floor. just one little creepy friendly moment of restraint and animal lust that is now apparently giving me orgasms in my sleep. zah.
the night after I broke up with Justin I masturbated out of spite. I hadn't let him touch me in something like six weeks.
the relationship was what destroyed my libido, and I knew it. it was the restlessness and the expectations. god in fucking hell the expectations.
and now there is nothing. there is me in my angry pajamas, freshly showered and alone on a Friday night, blazing with lust and wanting at least to show someone my breasts because
you know
they've been rumored to be able to make walls crumble, eyes glaze over, hearts freeze up. it's uncanny, really, and as reckless as I've been with this power, I feel like there's more damage to be done.
I'm a loner, Dottie. a rebel.
for you see, a single krysten is an unspeakably horny krysten. anyone who dares cross my path tonight had better be ready to succumb to crazy ninja lust. that's right. now that my libido has finally reared its ugly head, I have no one to take it out on, so my next victim could be anyone.
I'm chewing on my thumb to make myself feel better. it is not helping. the next logical step is a tattoo. my fickle nature should really prevent this kind of thing from actually happening. I almost got Justin's name tattooed on my breast last year, for crying out fucking loud. now THERE would be a day to rue.
he was really, really, really bad at oral sex. theoretically, cunnilingus is among my favorite fucking things in all existence, but he damn near ruined it for me with his absolute lack of skill. no matter how much I tried to help him, he was hopeless, he thought it was all about licking and only licking, and licking in the wrong places and with the wrong amount of pressure at that. of all the times he tried to go down on me, I only came once, maybe out of politeness, maybe because it was the first time he'd ever done it and I'm just nice like that. every time after that I always had to make him stop because he was just bad.
I am without remorse.
twice in my life I've had an orgasm in my sleep. the first one was in a dream where I was masturbating with an ice cube tray. yeah woo for me and stuff.
the other one was last night and it was just a replica of something that happened I don't know how many weeks ago on someone else's floor. just one little creepy friendly moment of restraint and animal lust that is now apparently giving me orgasms in my sleep. zah.
the night after I broke up with Justin I masturbated out of spite. I hadn't let him touch me in something like six weeks.
the relationship was what destroyed my libido, and I knew it. it was the restlessness and the expectations. god in fucking hell the expectations.
and now there is nothing. there is me in my angry pajamas, freshly showered and alone on a Friday night, blazing with lust and wanting at least to show someone my breasts because
you know
they've been rumored to be able to make walls crumble, eyes glaze over, hearts freeze up. it's uncanny, really, and as reckless as I've been with this power, I feel like there's more damage to be done.
I'm a loner, Dottie. a rebel.
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I will say, without ego or pretension, that I was OMG AMAZING at oral sex at that age. Yes.
Fingers crossed i DONT orgasm in my sleep.