Where: Hotel bedroom
See entry # 2.
Not much to add beyond:
a.took the condom off
b.total fucking douchebag p,o.s.
c.lazy eye | diseased penis.
That’s the last person I had sex with and this collection is now over. The end.
I fucking wish.
I can’t even tell you who came next, honestly.
I learned early how to smoke awayyyyy the bad and I’ve been doing it ever since.
Greg, Mike, Riley, and Dan Kennedy were all my shitty hometown sexual exploration days guys.
I couldn’t tell you why I had sex with a single one of them, retrospectively, except maybe to justify and create my own sexual experiences; ones where I had some semblance of control, maybe…
But probably I’m just a whore. Whatever.