Insomnia



I would hate to have phone sex with someone I didn't know for fear they might have a heart attack during said p-sex. If I didn't know their address, what would I say, "Cough your address and I'll call 911?"



There's no way I could just hang up and say, "Good luck ta'ya." If they died. Oy vey, the guilt would kill me. I suppose if it was post orgasm, it would diminish the guilt. I'm just speculating. Reaching? Semantics...

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Mountjoy said…
Trudy. Busty 17 year old virgin, needs an experienced man for her first time. "I'm lying in bed, wear a black thong, rubing my nipples..."

(that's her, 2nd from the right, wearing plaid...)
4:31 PM
Joe said…
Heh...

I think doing phone sex could either be hilarious or deeply disturbing...maybe both? Anyway, what's the nature of your insomnia? For the past few weeks I've been waking up between 3-5 am, with lists in my head of things to do, raring to go
8:25 PM
Writeprocrastinator said…
Try going for a walk just after dinner, it's supposed to do wonders. As for the phone sex? Meh, consenting adults, ya know? If they die, maybe they die happy, so away with the guilt.
8:36 PM
Dale said…
Is this why you're not taking my calls? Don't worry about it, I've got a strong, well, everything.
6:04 PM
Anonymous said…
Wow - hadn't thought about that wrinkle. I guess I'd better knock my shit off.
10:30 PM
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