The answer to the title’s question is probably not. Hormones. Girly stuff.

I had been skipping my periods with manipulation of my birth control pills. It wasn’t until I finally had a period after three months that I noticed stupid things like my emotions. I swear the fact that I was having a period or that there were hormonal fluctuations had gone by unnoticed for years.

Then I found myself crying, or wanting to cry, for no reason. Or irrationally thinking everyone hated me. (Actually, I think I realistically know that a lot of people don’t like me.) Maybe I didn’t notice because my life had been going pretty well, so my lows weren’t all that low.

Maybe I’ve begun to notice because I have so much fucking time to just think. No one should spend this much time in her own head.

I do think I’m a little nicer to guys I’m fucking now that I know, sort of, that what’s going on in my mind/body isn’t them. Hell, it’s not even me. It’s THE HORMONES.

So now I warn the guys, if I can, that if I cry when I come that it’s not a big deal and that they don’t have to freak out, run away, or turn overly sympathetic. That it just is, and while they feel helpless I feel supremely embarrassed because I truly cannot help myself.

And then I get HORNY. I want to be fucked constantly. ALL the fucking time. In my pussy, up my ass, down my throat.

I need cock to shove its way down my throat. I need my hair pulled–hard, I need my neck bitten–hard, I need to have my breath controlled, I need to bury my face in balls and lick and taste and smell.  I need to lick a nice metallic asshole, bury my face between a nice pair of ass cheeks.  And of course I want.  I want.

I swear.  True story.

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