It’s work, holy crap, people are over educated assholes today.
I stopped speaking English and resorted to guteral noises by 8 am.
Brightside -it’s keeping me from overthinking my actions of this weekend. So I guess that’s good.
You know no matter how many adventures I have there’s still that part of me that rips itself apart when I have any remotely sexual experiences with a man.
I think that’s why I once told Sir I thought I was a lesbian. I can’t understand why I don’t carry any guilt about woman. I mean I actually do, it’s forbidden, but feels natural to me.
Blowing or kissing another man in a sexual manner doesn’t. Yet getting fucked from behind from a stranger while looking at Sir is ok? God my brain and moral code is totally fucked up.
I say this because even though I get this shitty guilty pit in my stomach, in the moment, I enjoy it, even the BJ’s.
Time to go be a douchbag and sh I w these over educated asshole how to get things done.