Sometimes
Sometimes you hate what you want.
Mostly when you can’t have it. Like right now, I can’t help the fact that I want a really good kiss. A curl your toes kind of kiss. I could go on, but you’ll have to read it on II Stix when it shows up there in the next few weeks.
Once long ago, I was foolish enough to put a kiss diary online. It wasn’t linked from anywhere, but somehow *someone* managed to find it and link it all over the place. I stopped updating that page shortly after that.
Foolish, huh? And man, what kind of kiss slut was I? Nine different guys in the course of one year but no kiss on my birthday or new years. How does that figure?
It’s been a few months since I’ve kissed someone and I’m feeling this weird sense of disequilibrium in the force. In college I was a discreet kissing ho’ too. For nearly two years I managed to kiss a new boy a month. Lucky them. Lucky me. Far too long ago since I had a streak like that.
I wonder if I’m approaching my sexual peak.
Weird.
Boys, you better watch out. I’m not myself these days and misbehavin’ is second nature to yours truly.
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