I like to be "neighborly". If that includes a fuck, a squirt, and a shower... so be it. Yes, I am an ass. But I'm a thoughtful ass who will make you cum first... I mean really, all I wanted was a smoke, a shower, and to watch more Californication (I so identify with this show in so many ways) However, it is hot, muggy, and on the tail-end of a full-moon. Call them excuses, call them reasons, call them empty justifications; but in the end we all like to fuck. The fact that we need a reason to fuck is just bullshit justification. I think we worry too much about sex and the reasons for partaking in this fun, little dance. In the end, this is all just mental masturbation (or diarrhea of the frontal lobe).  Don't you want to fuck? It doesn't have to be with me, although I would appreciate the attention. If anyone actually read this, I would love for you to fuck me with your words (and your mouth, pussy, and ass...), but I am afraid that I am the only one who cares enough to read this (woe is me; palm to forehead, LOL) I can do this forever (unlike sex, that only lasts, well...) I spit out words that make sense to me, that are IMPORTANT to me... but they're just words. If I was technologically savvy enough to figure out how to invite my "friends" to read this, I would... Unfortunately, I'm like a 12 year old at his first dance trying to valiantly reach 2nd base...