I roll over slowly. I know what to expect, I remember parts of last night....some parts. He is sleeping, soft skinned Swedish boy, he looks so young. I already broke my rule and fucked a younger guy. My mouth is dry as hell and all I want to do is go home. I know when I do the walk of shame all my friends in Karlstad will tease me endlessly. TWO GUYS IN ONE WEEK! Jesus. I thought this one was promising... he plays guitar and is in a band. But I can tell you now, not all musicians can play an instrument, if you know what I mean. I've had bad drunk sex, but I think this one takes the cake. Wait, that asian guy was terrible, so Alexander Babyface comes in second for worst lay that I can remember. Now, you may think: 'Wow, at least she remembers his name!' But no, you give me too much credit. Alexander is what my friend in Karlstad decided to call him. To top off a sloppy night, I look like I was strangled. I mean who gives hickies anymore??? And it's not just one nice bruise. I look like I have lepracy all over my neck. Welcome to Sweden!
European belt count:
Russian Belt, or as my friend put it, I got a Red Star ;)
Swedish Belt, tall skinny blonde
I miss Mr.O. We write to eachother every day. I am worried I will never feel that with anyone again. My standards and expectations are pretty high after him. So now bad sex is even worse because I know just how bad it really is.
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