Beep. 1 New Message. Free? Yes. Whore. Ring. Last time was hot, wanna catch up? Yes. Slut. 3 Unread Emails. Couple looking to host. Yes. Bitch. Craig’s looking for NSA at hotel. 20 miles. Yes. Hustler. Alert. 2 new profile views. Coffee? Yes. Sport. Buzz. Got place? Yes. Bitch. Smell of strangers. Sore genitals. Rising libido. Impotent body. Awesome fucks don’t sate this desire, as making love to you does. Awesome, or not.
I've never done this before. Neither have I. I think it's too early. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm scared. I feel funny. Is it supposed to be like this? I always thought it would be different. Not with you. Never with you. I can do without this. Oh, I don't need this either. What about tomorrow? Yeah, today won't be the same after this. We won't be the same after this. There's no turning back. It feels right though. I feel fine. Alright, I'll do it. I'll do it. I love you. I love you.