Must Read: Diary Of A Sexx Addict (18+)

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Sexx Addict (18+)

We strolled to the cultural centre to ‘kill’ time before heading to the stadium. The two held hands as we strolled to the place. They talked and laughed and talked and laughed more. It was both in the native language and english.

They seem perfect for each other. They hardly noticed me. I was neglected at the background. I didn’t border one bit.

I was busy being amazed at how conditions can change in a twinkle of an eye. Just few minutes ago, they were shouting at each other at the shopping centre, now they can’t seem to leave each other’s side. I was the antivirus they needed! I have successfully scanned and removed all corrupt files in emon’s hard disk. I have restored and healed some of these files just like a McAffee would do. I have deleted the badly affected files and created more partitions for easy management of files. Its obvious that the system is working perfectly now as shown in the giggles and smiles being displayed anytime Margaret feels emon’s a’r’se.
I felt a little jealous at the new lovers, damn!

That’s two a’r’s’es that were meant to be enjoyed by men! How could they ever be satisfied with themselves, how could they experience the ultimate satisfaction of a strong and warm d’c’kk. What could replace the feel of a man’s pelvic muscles against their thighs as he rams into them. I pitied them. They will never find true satisfaction in their lifestyle. They can be happy, they can be contented, but never will they experience an explosive or’g’a’s’m that would make them sleep off like a baby. Never will they feel the s£nsat!on of multiple o’r’g’as.m.

They are depriving themselves of a natural gift endowed on men to make women m0an and scream.

This is a big loss to the men’s world.

We got to the cultural centre and I sighted an Atm at the corner. I excused myself and rushed to make some withdrawals. I don’t feel comfortable without cash, even when there seems to be no urgent need for it.

I finished with the withdrawal and joined them. They were still holding hands as we walked into the cultural centre.