mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i like your feathers So, we bought couches. Well, a couch and a loveseat, really. Built to look pretty, not to be comfortable. But that's what throw pillows are for. I got my first (and probably only) lap dance last night. She said her name was Ecstacy, but I overheard her telling my friend Dani that her real name was Jennifer. I wonder if Jennifer and Ecstacy are anything alike. I find it unbelievably bizarre that there are people who devote their time solely to being sexually attractive to others. Like, she smelled like a fucking flower. Her skin was soft. She wore little feathered ribbons around her thighs. Funny: She was rubbing her breasts all over my face and all I could think to say was, "I like your feathers." 1:41 a.m. - 2004-06-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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