TheBigO: WTF is a mating bond?
RacingQueen: Like really strong love. Can’t live without the other person. Literally.
TheBigO: That makes no sense.
RacingQueen: You’ve never been in love?
Have I?
Paige was a fuck that we tried to make work.
I sure as hell never thought I’d die without her.
But I was loyal. I never cheated on her and did my best to take care of everything.
Yet most days I could barely stand to be in the same house as her.
TheBigO: No.
RacingQueen: I’m sorry. Everyone should.
TheBigO: You have? Congrats.
I’m glad to hear that someone out there is genuinely happy.
RacingQueen: Well, no. That’s why I read about it. Guys are jerks. (No offense)
Ah, so she’s been burned.
Join the club, queenie.
Tossing my rope down, I stand up to stretch. I got some groceries, but now I have to decide what I’m actually going to eat.
Wait, I know I have some in here…
There they are.
Mozzarella sticks. These aren’t as good as the ones up at the bar. Yet, I don’t have to leave to eat them.
I’m not going to wait on pre-heating the oven either, I just dump them on a cookie sheet and toss them in.
No one’s here to say I can’t.
I might have enough time to squeeze in another chapter while they cook.
Holy shit.
That took a heated turn. I had no clue that these romance books could be sographic.
All this talk about wet pussy makes my nuts tingle.
Is he really as big around as a soda can?
I glance at my beer, then pull out my sweats to appraise my own half-hard cock.
Geez. That sounds painful for the woman in the story.
In comparison I’m a needle dick mosquito fucker and here I thought I wasn’t too bad off.
