Better a slut than no sex at all. An Intimate Correspondence

Par : Barbara Balldini
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  • Nombre de pages107
  • FormatePub
  • ISBN978-3-902873-17-0
  • EAN9783902873170
  • Date de parution07/09/2012
  • Protection num.Digital Watermarking
  • Taille701 Ko
  • Infos supplémentairesepub
  • ÉditeurKyrene.Literaturverlag

Résumé

I love sex. And yes, by God, I have reasons enough to say so. In order to love sex you have to have sex. A lot of sex. And I mean a lot of sex. Good sex, it goes without saying. And women who know a lot about sex can't be nice girls. Well, I never wanted to be a nice girl anyway. After all, nice girls go to heaven. And who really wants to go to heaven? Well, if you ask me, I don't. To sit on fluffy white clouds and sing "Hallelujah, " surrounded by sweet little angels, is not my thing.
Not that I have anything against a hallelujah, don't get me wrong. But I prefer a "Hallelujah-jah-jaaah" here on earth, beneath a strong guy, to one beyond all earthly pleasures anytime. And so you understand what I mean, I will let you take a little peep through the keyhole. You are gagging for it, aren't you?
I love sex. And yes, by God, I have reasons enough to say so. In order to love sex you have to have sex. A lot of sex. And I mean a lot of sex. Good sex, it goes without saying. And women who know a lot about sex can't be nice girls. Well, I never wanted to be a nice girl anyway. After all, nice girls go to heaven. And who really wants to go to heaven? Well, if you ask me, I don't. To sit on fluffy white clouds and sing "Hallelujah, " surrounded by sweet little angels, is not my thing.
Not that I have anything against a hallelujah, don't get me wrong. But I prefer a "Hallelujah-jah-jaaah" here on earth, beneath a strong guy, to one beyond all earthly pleasures anytime. And so you understand what I mean, I will let you take a little peep through the keyhole. You are gagging for it, aren't you?