Moonlit Dreams

I think up until I discovered the orgasm in 1992, these past two months and two days was the longest I’d gone without sex or an orgasm of any kind. Damn, I loved getting off tonight, though. I lost count after the sixth orgasm, and I think I peaked over ten. Everything about it was perfect. Then I had to go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like “I know you don’t really love me.” Sadly, I stand by that. I’d rehash all the things Dennis has done over the last twenty-seven months (Yes, I’m keeping score), but what’s the point? He argued with me for a few moments about the “not really loving me” line, then gave up and wandered out to the balcony for what I assume was a smoke. He doesn’t smoke in my presence anymore, but I know he still does it. I find little hints all over the house, and now the hotel room.
Oh well. I’m here to have a good time. Why not live it up? Enjoy the view while I’m here.

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