I was in the room I had many times thought about but always believed it to be a far away fantasy. It had become a reality. The hardwood floor shining as if it had recently been waxed, the fireplace with decorative and stylish pieces of modern art, the fire going even though a furnace was a much more even and better way to keep the house heated, the candles lit around the room, the wine glass in my hand... I had drifted into something I had always wanted. Here it was? Where was my teacher though? My calculus teacher, whom had noticed the flirtation in my eyes, had invited me to her home for our sexual encounter. She was a tall,curvy woman, but slender which contrasted my petite and skinny frame. I felt absolutely pitiful next to her, but... she didn't. She had made me dinner, cooked it for me, and spoke flowery sweetness which my ears turned to honey and distributed it out to my now drunken brain. She was standing over me telling me how beautiful I was... how my simple brown hair was secretly the beauty that kept her through every class. My cheeks were more rosy than the dozen I had gotten as an invitation to this night...... Were we gonna have sex? It started moving so fast! At once it was all a fantasy, a dream, and now it was a blurry tornado of lust and sweat. I was falling, falling deeper and deeper into something I could never climb out of... but it was the most amazing thing I had ever fallen into. I got daring, the wine making me silly, and while sitting in no clothing but my little cotton panties I spoke up. "What's the rate of change in my orgasm when x is my clitoris and your finger is approaching my vagina?" We did math all night long....
It's funny, I have to be reminded over and over again by people around me that it IS valentines day for me to even remember. Does this mean I'm single? Well yes that's part of it, but it's not entirely it! It's that life is too good and too busy for me to worry about my sex life and lack there of. Yes, me being single also means I'm not having sex because I DON'T TRUST PEOPLE. But regardless, I do find myself like many valentines day doers, feeling lonely. The thing is it's NEVER on valentines day. It's when I hear about particular great things between two people rather. For instance there was something someone said, and he did try to do it when I wouldn't see it cause he know I'm a hyper bitch, that bothered me for several reasons one of them being that I was lonely. He said in the chatroom "My girlfriend's tits are exceptional."
Here are the reasons why in picture form.
This little digression aside, my point was that I can be inspired to be sad about being lonely but not through valentines day. Halmark aint got nothing on me. I am sad however that my favorite rp to rp, which is a romance drama, has fallen into the tubes. My friend is in a state of bad financial problems and never wants to rp because she is always sad. This... makes me sad. BUT, I kinda got the lottery of MAGIC CARDS and by chance bought a box of magic cards out of 14 where one of the 14 boxes had ALL rares and me and my friend got it. I'm still riding on that high. Happy Not Christmas! =D
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