So, I’ve been sexting this guy since Monday… (Yeah, yeah… Baby’s first sext…)
And last night he asked me to get on webcam.
He didn’t ask anything of me. And I got to watch him jack off.
That. Was. Wonderful.
Last night I ate a girl out and made out with her a bit. Greatness.
They’re the size of catan pieces.
#want
It’s been just under a year since these. I don’t think they’ll heal much more than this, and that scares me.
He thinks I’m beautiful.
Even when I’m sick.
I kissed him on the cheek last night!
The fact that I get this excited about this kind of thing bodes well…
I finally got around to telling Jon how I feel about my body. The whole, I’m fat and the world is skinny disorder.
“you’re just going to have to get over this.”
Right.
I’m just going to “get over” a disorder that I’ve had since I was six.
Genius plan.
Ow.
