a filthy fucking tart - at present, the one desire in my heart.
i've come to realize that i'm more and more open to the possibility of taking on a fuck-buddy or engaging in some meaningless sex. messages have been sent to attractive young women seeking intimate encounters, casual sex or that have been overly suggestive while saying that they're looking for "new friends" or "activity partners". i anticipate following this course to wherever it may lead while continuing to pursue / cultivate potential options for a legitimate relationship. at least until such a legitimate relationship shall take hold.
related: a post-doc fellow i contacted has followed up with me stating that "we have a lot in common and [she'd] like to get to know [me] better" as with all other women of such high educational attainment that i have pursued - she has severe time constraints that will seriously restrict her free time.
as such, i suppose i should continue my pursuit for legitimate relationships until one such relationship shall take hold. until then, i'll seek. until i find, i'll also pursue more playthings. one of which, i can only hope, will be a filthy fucking tart. one i can bite. who will reciprocate in kind - with teeth and nails. one whose hair i can pull. who will moan in delight. one whose taut young neck fits nicely into my hands. who will find excitement from my fingers wrapped around it. (damn. i miss a^4...)
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