nimbusfool

I'm laying here naked in bed, drunk to all intensive purposes minus one. Thinking about my most recent ex and what I miss about her. Revelation. The only images in my might that come to surface are: how tight her pussy was, how wet she was, kissing, and how she was absoutly amazing to fall asleep wrapped around. But thats it, I mean on personality I couldn't tell you shit about her. Likes, dislikes, habits. clueless to me.

It was easy to become strangers