I found myself wandering around the house this morning, sayi..

I found myself wandering around the house this morning, saying out loud, “Who wants to fuck?” I am all alone. I haven’t a clue who I’m asking this question to. Got to be the testosterone. I’m really digging it. Was iffy on it but now…I like! Clit still has a chubby, It’s not hard as a rock but it’s a semi.

Pick up line failure. “I’m not going to try and sleep with you because I like you.” I laughed. It was at that moment he knew he fucked up. The first thing that popped into my mind was he expects me to be honored that he likes me for no other reason than I am being graced by his presence. I actually might have fucked him…up until he said that. True story. I fucked someone else that night. Because that someone else brought more to the table than he did. He not only liked me, but he was also willing to stick his dick in my guts as well.

Do I fuck guys one time and forget them? Not by design but it has happened. Usually, they are bad fucks. Those guys are easy to forget. I don’t regret them; I just don’t want to waste time with them. Sometimes my pussy will get the better of me and I’ll have a fantastic fuck with a stranger who lives 1000 miles away and never to be heard from again. It’s hard to remember their faces and names as well. No fault of their own, just an hour or so of fucking doesn’t sink in the memory too well.

I’m the wrong person to ask if you are looking for someone to agree with you unconditionally. If you ask me something, I’ll tell you what I think. I don’t care if by doing so I’m not the cool, hip, up to date with times, person. I don’t care if my answer doesn’t fit in with what is considered appropriate. I really don’t. I’d rather do and say what I believe than fit in with the hipsters. So, last night, a guy I did not know was sitting beside me was trying to pick up a fat chick, tapped me on the shoulder, and asked me to confirm the statement, “Guys love chicks with curves.” Bad move. I won’t be put on the spot like that for anyone. So, I shifted the spotlight; I said, “Define curves.” I’m sure he could have figured out a good answer if he had been quick enough. He wasn’t, and he stumbled on his reply, and that’s all it took. No chubby pussy for him.

What's my heritage? I’m not sure. I don’t even know what answer is expected from that question. My grandparents came from Hamburg, Germany. Is that the answer you were looking for? What, why, or where, before that… I don’t have a clue. In the same question, someone said it seemed as if I was Italian. I would guess no on that, but I could be wrong. The Captain Obvious thing to say here is that my recent family tree would probably be considered European of some sort. I never put any real thought, nor have I had any interest in where I or anyone else descended from. I’m certainly not going to pay for some DNA ancestry test. It would be kind of cool if I was from the “North 🍆 Pole.”