A personal study of an adult female analyzing the motivations behind her actions, no matter how embarrassing, shameful or repulsive. I'm my own worst critic.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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realizing i wouldn't get far without a pic or two, and being driven by my lust, i scoured social networks for someone that fit the description i had just given him. at this point, i simply wanted to spend a few minutes flirting, inject some sex into my life, but i had another concern... getting caught... rejection wasn't the driving fear, it was recognition...
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