September 2, 2006
That's it. A booty call. A real one. The one that has been looming in the horizon since I realized that I was in a perpetual state of horniness. It was good. Definitely better than the first time. I knew I was too drunk to enjoy sex that time, but what a difference! Paula closed the book and her eyes, exhaling a long sigh. Why do those steamy adventures never happen to me? They all take place in books, TV shows, movies etc etc. But why not me? Enough self-pity, not constructive at all. Is there a booty-call for dummies?