finally catching up/six sentence sunday
keep going, keep going, the sweat is dripping down my face, don't stop now...I'm not finished. she kept hoping for that rush, the one that brings her to the next level, sometimes, even accompanied by nausea, the sensation is so strong. breathe, in and out, in and out, deeper then shallow, damn, why won't it come...pardon the pun. suddenly, she is covered in goosebumps, oooh, this might be it! wait for it, wait for it, but, nothing. why is this so hard?
maybe i'm actually thinking too much.
maybe i'm actually thinking too much.
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Benjamin, here is what's funny. I was in a triathlon yesterday and had those feelings trying to reach my endorphin rush--my runner's high. And, it would NEVER happen. I then began to relate it to how similar that feeling was to any number of ill-fated sexual encounters.
Very good analysis!