Honestly, I feel really bad for guys.

     So, I went on a trip with a really close guy friend of mine this past Saturday. We drank a lot of alcohol, and we ended up fooling around. He said that he had condoms, so I told him to put one on. I got on top of him, literally was there for like 5 seconds, and he came. He was soooooooooooooo embarrassed. I told him not to worry about it, but he was still upset. It makes me feel bad for guys sometimes, because I can’t help but laugh about it now. It just made me think. If he thought there was a chance of us hooking up (he did because of the condoms that were brought) why didn’t he prepare a little bit? Try something to make sure he doesn’t come waaaaay too quickly. Is there even a way for a guy to do that? Let me know if you want to. I am actually really curious about this subject. 

Yours truly
Bittersweet author 🙈🙉🙊

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I am so sexually frustrated

I have never had an orgasm with a partner. I’ve tried EVERYTHING. Guys have gone down on me. I have had intercourse in several different positions, while I stimulate my clit. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I know, there is nothing wrong with me, because it just means I’m harder to get off. BUY WHY?! It almost feels like my body is betraying me. I can make myslef come when I’m by myself, but even then, my orgasms aren’t very satisfying. It’s making me a little bit crazy. Can I just meet a guy that will rock my socks off?! I really wish I knew what it was like to completely lose myself in a mind blowing orgasm. I know my body pretty well, yet I can never climax with someone, no matter how good it feels. Hopefully, I can figure out to climax with someone.

A Poem About Being Evil

Evil spelled backwards tells me to live.

Although love is dangerous, impatient, and most of the time unkind.

I find myself lost in it’s endless labyrinth.

Because ignorance is bliss, and I am on cloud nine for the time being.

Seduced by the way love makes me live, and how it sometimes makes me evil.

But they’re the same thing, aren’t they?

 

Apathy, that word is the real evil.

The lack of any feeling, because without our emotions we’d all be robots.

In some ways we are those mechanical demons.

Believing lies of others, but no longer believing in ourselves,

just so we can feel appreciated for a few hours.

And eventually we end up soaking our pillow with salt water.

 

The dreams and fairytales morph into new life.

You start to feel again, and it really fucking hurts.

But you can see reality, in all it’s harsh clearness,

and start to notice the real evil.

It wasn’t you, but it could be if you follow.

Following the yellow brick road to the path of pain and regret.

To use others for you own evil.

 

I never thought about the way someone could hurt me, and not even know.

To stab me repeatedly, and not even leave a wound.

This, my friends, is a warning.

Don’t be dangerous, because most people can’t refuse the temptation of evil.

I believe there are two different evils.

One can make you live, and the other can kill.

Which one will you choose?