An Injustice (J-O)
This morning when I woke up I had a thought. A thought about one major injustice in my recent life. That me and J-O were ‘together’ for over a year and yet I never had sex with her, whereas this new boyfriend of hers has not known her nearly as long, nor will have been in a relationship with her for anywhere near as long, yet will probably get to have sex with her soon, if they haven’t had sex already. I think that’s fundamentally wrong, wouldn’t you agree? Okay, so by the time we actually met, we’re weren’t really ‘together’ any more. But I think I did deserve to have sex with her for the more than a year of waiting for her, being all lovey-dovey all to get nothing out of it except a few make-out sessions and sleeping in her bed with her a few times.
Okay, I must admit, seeing that in writing makes it sound a bit… I dunno, shallow and entitled. But I think it’s only a fair thing to think. I gave her a lot of my time and energy to her and I got hardly anything out of it. I didn’t even get to see her naked! It would have been great if my first time was with her, because she was pretty hot. Instead I’ll probably have to wait ages until somebody else comes along, and I’ll still be a virgin and it’ll be very embarrassing. I just can’t believe the injustice of it all.
Probably part of the reason I’m saying this is because I’m tired of wanking. (I really can’t believe I’m writing this on the open internet, but there it is). I just want to have sex. I just want to know what it’s like to put my penis in a lady’s vagina. (I hope you realise that sentence is partly a joke). Is that too much to ask? I’ve had enough of sitting alone in my room, watching porn, and wanking. Just sick and tired of it. Yet I can’t stop doing it. I’m just so bloody fed up of my stupid life. I just wished that J-O would have let me fuck her that first night we slept together. That would have made me so pleased…