You’d Think

Considering how long a drought my poor neglected pussy just endured, you’d think that the slippery little imp would be at least grateful that I’ve had as much sex as I’ve had in the past month or so.

But no!!!!!!

I enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh in the past week and already she’s clamoring for more attentions.

Seriously, she talks to me. All the time. What, don’t your genitals talk to you?

This, I’ve found, is the one bad thing about having good sex. You want more. There’s never really enough of it. You always want more.

I want more.