A friend said, “Hey, can I steal your kids over night?” My response was something akin to YES YES YESSSSSSSSS.
Noah and I went out on a date. It was fun. We came home and had raunchy sex. I married the right boy.
It was funny last night. I ran into one of my uhm immense harem. He is now married and expecting a baby. Good for him. I asked what his wife sees in him and he told me, “My magnificent cock.”
Me… being me… I made a crack about how I don’t remember it being that great. He then proceeded to tell me about how I wasn’t that into him because I fucked him during the wrong time of my life.
It is fascinating to me how my male lovers tend to assume I stopped fucking them because of logistical reasons that blocked my ability to access their cocks. My former female lovers need to be coaxed through not feeling rejected as a human being. I didn’t stop loving you as a friend because I stopped eating you out.
But the fellas don’t have the same self esteem problems. I find that funny.