How can it be December yet?
It forces me to think too much about the fact I haven't gotten any in over a month now. I didn't even got laid on my birthday, and that in itself is a real tragedy.
I was joking tonight, on a date with an ex of mine, that I'd like a mold of his cock. They do sell kits for that at the sex store. He claimed we didn't had time to stop there on our way to the movie.
I think he just want to stick the real thing in me and not a substitute.