Rendezvous
23 September 08 : 04.26 AM
"Is he big?"
".... He's long...."
"WELL AT LEAST HE'S GOOD FOR SOMETHING."
I forgot how nice it feels to hang out with friends. After the party, when it was only Josh, Kim, Marilyn and I. (Supperclub, anyone? Who else is going Clarke Quay? Oh and I fucking love Jen. He's so amazing.) They crack me up so much sometimes.
"There's always that optimum size. When you feel the best. Not too small and not too big for you. That is always relative."
"My boy is perfect for me. There's been too small, that leaves me feeling a bit unsatisfied. And there's also been too big. I feel afraid for my cervix."
"I had a guy who was so small I was like, are you in yet?!"
"Then you had to fake moans to the rhythm, right?"
Till then, little star.