my professor mentioned in class his wife passed away a while back. my immediate thought was “aww, he’s lonely! i should fuck him”. then i spent the rest of class thinking about that. reading blogs like yours is dangerous, i never used to be like that
(submitted by: Anonymous)
Stop kidding yourself… you were always like that. It’s taken a while to find someone to validate the depraved, servile, sexually-fixated creature that wears your flesh like a costume, but now that you’ve found him, your inner fuck-critter is clawing its way through the facade.
I wonder what will happen next?
