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Broken Love and Poopy Face

So this is almost like a continuation from my last post Sex Toys, Nipples, and Crying….  As the night concluded a friend of mine and myself began to talk.  It wasn’t about friends or who liked who.  It was about us.  Us as a friendship, us as a couple, us in the future.  We talked about how we could not become a couple because it would just not work and we came to an agreement that there was no real way that we would work out.  As another person I know put it, we were both obviously attracted to one another.  We have a lot in common and at some points we almost fight like a married couple!  We would get jealous of one another, we would criticize one another, all the while we knew that the other person was the one person we could go back to.  In some ways and on some level we almost…loved…each other.  It is apparent that there is some level of bonding that must be broken.  It was an affair gone on to long and now needs to stop.  No more flirting, no more affection, no more passion.  We are building a relationship that will become strictly platonic.  How easy is it to be around someone you care about when there was once something there?

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Sex Toys, Nipples, and Crying…

What a weekend. I hosted (indirectly at my gay friends’ house) a sex toy party Friday night. After trying all the pheromone sprays, lotions, and liquids, you can bet that the party was hopping. And after I spent way too much on sexual items that were not designed for a man, I walked away a happy and satisfied woman. Here is my little shout out to the hostess for being amazing, if anyone is interested in the Philly area, be sure to contact me on my Facebook fan page and I can set you up with her! Afterwards we all went to our favorite Friday night hot spot to let loose and relax. Of course clubbing would not be what it is without a nipple contest right? I came in second right behind one of my girlfriends that was at the bar with me. If anyone saw us, we were the crew that was huddled in a circle by the bar pulling out our boobies. But I also wouldn’t be able to write my blog if we didn’t have the involvement of tears…
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