friends only.

[rbyrne]

We both fantasize about other people when we're having sex, but he likes to tell me who the other people are, and I don't. Why should I? It's my own private business. It's not my fault he gets off on having me know. He likes to report it the second he comes, like a cat presenting the gift of a dead bird. I never asked for it.

Comments

[ughdancy]

That was TAKEN? What a tragedy.

[rbyrne]

I know. Now what's the point?

[ughdancy]

No reason to go on, really.

[rbyrne]

I overreacted. I thought of another one.

[eribanadinovich]

Bloody hell. How dare they steal that from you.

[rbyrne]

I would write a really mean spirited letter if I had some sort of address to send it to.

[eribanadinovich]

If you had the address, I'd deliver the letter personally and add my own personal message.

[rbyrne]

That would be brilliant teamwork. I, the writer of the cutting words, and you, the one with the much scarier physique to carry them out. Cower before us, everyone.

[portmann]

I confess, it was me.

[rbyrne]

That foils my original plan. How am I supposed to punch such a lovely face?

racy romola

[romi_g]

Don't go anywhere, we've got some serious catching up to do.

[rbyrne]

I want to hear everything, starting with what you had for breakfast this morning. Better yet, just hand me your diary. I've meant to do more reading this summer.

[romi_g]

I'm afraid my diary would cause a series of mindfucks and emotional rollercoaster, resulting in a very bad case of emotion sickness.

[abbiecornish]

Mine!

[rbyrne]

Thank God I've already got your name tattooed on my arse.