Before I met her, I was the epitome of the word promiscuous. I recycled woman more often than Andy Warhol reused prints. The strangest thing about copulation for me was that I always viewed it as another form of masturbation. (At least until I met this one girl. But, that is a whole other story all together. The affinity between us will be out in the open at some point, when I am ready to express words about it.) So, here is to writing about my unchaste filled behavior.
(Please hold the applause.)
Days, weeks, and months went by; I accomplished nothing but another notch in my 'sexual conquest.'
Fin.
-P.s.I got nothing;
Princess Y.
You win, by default.
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