5.9.09

1.50pm @ Tallebudgera surf club (yes, I know - what. the. fuck.)

My day has been punctuated by sex. I've lingered on it too long; my tongue is sensitive and nerves sting when it brushes the roof of my mouth. Every appealing man is fair game, be they married, in a partnership, of age or otherwise. Even unappealing men; thicker, bearded, old, rough.

Sex.

I have grand designs of a penis puncturing my vagina. That - today, right now - is all I can think about. I want to be touched; I want someone to spread my legs, someone to push and spill into me so as create some sort of cheap mess.

Will I be able to eat my lunch? Fucking salmon.