Me again

No, I have not updated my other blog in a week and yes, I am well aware of that. But lets be honest here, I think about sex more than I think about anything of any normal sort of variety. One of my long lost friends back home has a new profession as a Pure Romance hostess...you know those people who go to parties and try to sell women sex toys, which they are too embarrassed to buy and usually just purchase some sort of flavored lube instead? Yeah, those ones.

Anyway, she gave me the website because I am in the market for a new gadget, considering my bullet has developed some severe form of narcolepsy and always falls asleep when I need it most. This way, I figured I would be helping myself out AND helping a friend. Always thinking of others, that Fuller girl. So I am looking through the variety of vibrating, gyrating toys when I think to myself: Wouldn't it be fun to be able to test all these before you buy them? There are a bunch of things to sample, either by yourself or with others, and it would be one hell of a week (no way you could do all this shit in the matter of a day).

This concept of being able to test all these sex toys got me thinking about sex in general and then I was done for. Thinking about sex while living at your parents house is just about equal to thinking about running down the beach when you are sitting in a jail cell. It ain't gonna happen. Not no way, not no how. And it hurts me to realize that the possibility of me getting laid anytime soon is so unbelievably minuscule that I might explode before my next opportunity arrives.

So all of you who are enjoying your daily fuck, I say, enjoy it while it lasts. Work it out like you have never worked it out before. When you're good and finished, you can find me here on my computer, shopping for a partner that operates on double A's. Maybe the one that is shaped like King Tut even.