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i am wondering if those that comment on this blog care if i respond to your comments? i am just curious if you go back and see what i wrote. i really don’t want to be wasting my time nor yours. so, please let me know.
what am i doing writing on this day? heh, would you believe that E had to work a double shift? i fought traffic to get home in a decent hour tonight, put my computer back together and just got the voice message that he had work. how nice. so his card and chocolate still sits untouched from this morning in the area where he leaves his wallet and keys.
hmmmm i was hoping for a night of fucking just because it sounded good to do. i have been fiending all day since this morning. not that i need a “lame ass excuse to spend money for supposed romance day” to fuck on.
my idea of valentines day…
new sex toys, scarves, razors, and a night of fucking. not “love making” i don’t do that. i really want to fuck. sweat, blood and tears. instead i get to get off the masturbation way tonight in a dark, cold house.
i hope someone out there is fucking tonight.
i cannot remember the last time i had a real cock inside of me.
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