It's funny how we only start to appreciate something when it escapes our clutches and disappears into the mist. That's the bad habit that possesess my libido, as well as, the libido of many others in this world...man and woman.
She says, I can always talk to her, that she'll always be there for me. People like me don't talk about their problems...we drink it away and go down on the next girl like the good pornstars we are. Truth is, I broke her heart. Yet, she still wanted me to become her vibrator...her little fuck toy. It was fun while it lasted, until she changed. "Yeah, I like him," she said, with a smile and eyes directed to the next guy. Wave, 'bye bye boner', I thought, after she told me she liked another.
I can't help, but feel a little anal discomfort to her words. I'm not hurt, nor am I jealous...I don't know how I am.
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