Sore and Satisfied

Man... My body is worked. One side of my neck is swollen. My torso is laced with bites and scratches. There are bruises on my neck. My legs are stiff. Hell, even my balls are a little sore. So what happened? Did I get attacked by a wild animal? Did I jump out of a window? Was I hit by a car? No. So, what was it my friends? Sex. Sex. And more sex. And it wasn't just only sex. It was sex with a girl who has an insatiable appettite, and likes to bite. But, hey, that's cool, don't get me wrong, I'm not putting it down. It was good. Fuck, I'm even looking foward to it again. I mean, fuck, why wouldn't I be, we went for it at least six times, and most girls aren't willing to go the distance like that, or I'm just not feeling it enough to go the distance with them. Who knows? Me. But, anyways, I'm sitting here already into about six drinks, and I'm saying to myself "What the fuck? Why am I still sore, isn't alcohol supposed to cure this?" But no. So, here I sit, waiting for the night to manifest itself, it's still early; fuck, I even had plans, I should probably look into that.... All right, got to go now... until next time fuckers.

PS
You know who you are, thanx for the picture I used here.... and everything else, I'll be seeing you........