One Day

One day, we will stop sleeping together.

Actually, any one of our encounters could be our last. You could get sick of me at any moment. It's not very likely that I will get sick of you. It is not that I can't find anyone else--the contrary, in fact, did you know that I have had five lovers at one point in time, yes, I just stack them on if the situation allows.

Anyway, I fear for us. I feel the end is near. At least we have had a good run. We have seen each other at least five times now.

I remember looking over at my trash bin after sleeping with you for the first time, thinking "wow, his semen is in my trash bin."

Surely a lady knows where to draw the line, but I don't, I always write everything, I might as well address it in a letter to you but I post it publicly online instead.

The other day, my friend and I talked about sex, and he used the phrase "snail trail" to describe the wetness from a vagina. I liked that term. I just wanted to share it with you.

Vanessa