The Over-Educated Nympho

If you haven’t read yesterday’s post, you need to read this first. Right now. Don’t make me spank you for disobeying my orders.

Well I didn’t even have the pleasure of not answering his call today. Fucking jackass. First he gets me hot, then he gets me wet, then he tells me HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND, then he begs me to answer his call today so we can meet up and have hot nasty and much-needed hanky-panky, then he DOESN’T FUCKING CALL.

Not that I would have taken the call, or even if I had, that I would have gone over to his swanky hotel room with the king-size bed, had hours of hot post-break-up, get-back-up-on-that-horse-and-ride-him-hard sex, ordered room service on his company credit card, had more hot morning sex, and then called in sick to work, and continued to have more amazing ride-em-hard-cowgirl sex.

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Some people throw themselves out there, take risks, and just fucking go for it. I’m talking about that average-looking chick at the bar who goes up to the hottest guy there and gets him. I’m talking about that young intern who stands eye to eye with the boss and doesn’t let the fact that she’s just a peon keep her from disagreeing with him. That girl who does what it takes to make the play even if she finds her body covered in bruises and blood at the end of the game. The daughter who tells her parents I know it might be a mistake to move to a new city with no friends and no money but it’s just something I have to do. The woman who can tell her boyfriend of two years “I’m sorry, but this isn’t what I want.”

Sometimes, you just have to go for it. Fuck the risk, fuck the should’s, fuck the doubt. Fuck it all and go for it. It’s the only way you can get what you really want.

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I almost had my first post-break-up sex last night. Almost. Guys have a way of fucking up even the surest thing. Idiot.

My friends dragged me out to multiple bars last night. I’m actually not really a bar sort-of-girl. I had planned on being in bed by 10:30pm to make up for the several past late nights of boozing.

At the last bar I was on the verge of falling asleep at the table while I watched my two friends Blondie and Sweet Cheeks alternated in dashing off to say hello to all these random ugly guys they seemed to know. From what I can recall (at this time of the night my memory is hazy due to sleepiness, not drunkenness), they both ditched me at the same time and the group of guys at the next table over were laughing at my blatant lack of interest in being there.

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