Monday, 11 February 2013

It's my birthday and I'll sulk if I want to

Maybe it is a fantasy and unrealistic but to have some passion or physical contact (ideally sex, might as well be honest) on the morning of my birthday would be nice. But nothing not even a hug.

Do I dare hope for some of this at the end of the day? I've always considered answering the question "What do you want for your birthday?" with the honest answer "a blow job".

Looking at it in black and white it probably seems I have a one track mind, sometimes I think I do or at least I have this base level to fulfill first before the other stuff kicks in.

Is this all I am?

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