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Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
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2:35 am - Addicted?
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You ever think about addiction? All the places there could be addiction going on, the access is limited to people over age 18. There’s no children who are supposed to witness us adults being addicted or succumbing to an addiction. There are age limits for bars, liquor stores, purchasing cigarettes, strip clubs, adult shops, and gambling casinos. So if I’m addicted, I guess I have to be over 18, which I am, but of course, I haven’t always been. And I’ve been rubbing on this thing for years, craving that zing of a release, playing with the pace and the intensity, trying to get a bigger and better zing to my orgasm. So am I addicted? Or do you do that too? I mean, if I’m going to get off, I want to get off satisfactorily. No biblical "it’s only for procreation" kind of orgasm for me, thank you very much. I’ll be right there with any other selfish hedonists, because when I want to cum and I want to cum with bells on. And I hope you do too. I hope when you get off, you have an awesome time. I want all these guys I see to get off, with no guilt, with no reservations...and frequently. I like to lay in my apartment at night, covers thrown off, stroking my pussy to the max, and I love to get off thinking about them getting off on thinking about me. So I flirt. I tease and yes, I seduce. Does this make me bad?
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