i was thinking about the kind of sex that people call the vanilla kind of sex. yes, i do think about sex, and yes the uninstructed may meet me and conclude that i do not have a sex life. i am always amused by what people get as first impressions. i had no idea that i look less than vanilla! live an learn, they say. these they have a bit of being both right and wrong. it is good to lay here on my bed with the notebook propped up my legs and writing while listening to rai music! i am in a wonderful mood, with or without vanilla.
but what is it with the chocolate? i love chocolate. dark plain chocolate, the darkest of them all, and even more after sex, you know, the vanilla kind. no thrills, no frills, just good and plain. i know, i know, that is not what you call vanilla! my vanilla is my vanilla! chocolate is no replacement for vanilla sex, so stop your wild fantasies.
do you know what i really resent?
oh, that will take quite a long post and i need a shower now. that is how i am, needing a shower and in one hell of a fucked up mood.
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