pick a surface then flex, turn, spin and bounce the always consensual virtual heterosexual simulacrums into a form of two dimensional sexual congress of your liking. you can't resist giving it a try.
speaking of resisting giving it a try, i am officially retiring even the slightest possibility of ever having a one night stand again. unless when he intones "but the bomb could drop any moment, baby" i can actually see the bomb and his cock is as big as the bomb.
i will do many things with someone i just met. many many things. talk, make out, talk, make out, talk, make out, trade numbers, make out. and i have been very clear that i will not go home with someone i just met. i have said it anyway. but i must be putting out mixed signals that mess up my own expectations and possibly those of guys, because part of me still must want to have a one night stand that i could pretend would turn into a relationship or at least two weeks of friendly passionate dating.
what i actually want though is to know that such sexual and dating and relationship possibility is, as petula clark crooned, 'round every corner. well now i know petula was correct. sexual possibility, sexual satisfaction, passion, lust, love, boyfriends are all 'round every corner. they are not however 'round every corner 5 minutes from now. they are all here. they are simply not all now. and i don't need them to be. i just need them all to exist, to be in my past or future life.
i kissed a man on the first day of hanukkah and it was glorious and i'm never going to kiss him again apparently and i could have had a one night stand and i guess i did. it's just it was all kissing. i kissed and kissed and kissed a man. and that's it.
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