MULTIPLE ORGASMS

Today I treated myself to several series of multiple orgasms. It had been years since I'd enjoyed such a delectable, addictive ocean of oomph. The multiple orgasms were partially sponsored by Budweiser. No, I was not drinking Budweiser today or yesterday or any day in recent memory. It's a bit of an inside joke. Are you curious? Okay. I'll tell you. I'll spill. I found a new boyfriend at Facebook. We were hot and heavy for a couple of days. We spoke on the phone twice. He called me "Sweets" and "Baby." I dig that sort of thing. In at least one of his Facebook pictures (I blocked him yesterday) he's holding a Budweiser in each hand. That didn't turn me on. The pictures of him at a Sammy Hagar concert didn't turn me on, either. I like that he used terms of endearment on me. I like that we're both fans of Evan Stone. Maybe you're wondering if he's gay. I don't think he is but I'll never know for sure. I suspect the man is married because in a bathroom selfie I can clearly see Bath & Body Works on the counter and the dreaded wedding band on his wedding ring finger. He said he would take me to AVN next year. I was hoping pretty fucking hard but then I pulled myself out of the delusion and blocked his Budweiser swigging ass. No harm. No foul.

I'm just glad I share his enthusiasm for my cunt, the cunt he will never see, taste, smell or fuck. The cunt that enjoyed several orgasms today. Time for art class. Painting for non-majors. We're working with oils.