The time when he and I broke up an I hooked up with you was the first time I ever swallowed. I can remember every time you t** f***** me and can even recall the sound of your voice when you came. It was explosive. Now that we're back together, I realize how quiet and unadventurous he is sexually. I don't miss you, I miss your c*** and the way you worshipped me.
When we make love, all I have to do is think about how you'd grab my head and shove your c*** in my mouth and I EXPLODE. I may just keep you hanging on this emotional rollercoaster for one more chance to bone.. I know its mean, but I don't care. Hope all this emotonal abuse isn't messing up your sobriety.