It's *fascinating* how self-destructive I am when I'm lonely/sad. Not that these self-destructive urges are *that* harmful. No, they're just urges to do things that will distract me and satisfy me momentarily, and I have a difficult time saying no to myself. So, yah, I have some chocolate, eat a totally-bad-for-me dinner, have some more chocolate, and contemplate sex with complete strangers.
Funny how a month ago I was totally turned-off by the idea of finding new guys/couples to entertain me and my husband, and now that I'm dumped, I'm totally preoccupied with the notion.
In the grand scheme of things, that's not really that self-destructive, right? Right??
Why isn't my husband working from home today so I can fuck him? Got the afternoon off and an urge for dick in my mouth and here I am alone surfing porn and drinking hot chocolate. *sigh*
Funny how a month ago I was totally turned-off by the idea of finding new guys/couples to entertain me and my husband, and now that I'm dumped, I'm totally preoccupied with the notion.
In the grand scheme of things, that's not really that self-destructive, right? Right??
Why isn't my husband working from home today so I can fuck him? Got the afternoon off and an urge for dick in my mouth and here I am alone surfing porn and drinking hot chocolate. *sigh*
dont get me stated on the horny and alone thing