from happyrobot - updated 6/9/2026 3:10:33 AM https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp en-us https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1896 "HI my name is Camilla I am 18 years old. I am looking for a hot white guy. I am african american , I am very beautiful, I get alot of compliments. I'm an easy going person, if my message sound like you, let me know."

silence

We had a situation, months ago now, that I haven't really had a chance to think about clearly until the last few days.
A situation that is not foreign but most traumatic. And, I mean, it's not like everybody says it is. You know? It's not that dramatic. Or maybe it was and that's what made it so awful, the fact that I denied myself the drama. I acted like it wasn't that big of a deal. I acted like I could take it. He pretended to be strong. He played the man so well that I began to think he felt nothing. Like it wasn't anything that he was concerned about.

*singing* "Darling.... there's only you in my life.....you're the only thing that's right. .... Ahem, yes this Mike. I'm a 20 year old male 5"7, 165 very cool, you know what I'm saying, just chilled, laid back, out going, like to have fun and very excited and everything like that and trying to meet anyone I can on this thing--so holla at me."

I don't know how I would have done it different. Maybe I would have thrown myself on the floor when I felt the despair--instead of swallowing it. Maybe I would have gone and talked to someone. Maybe I would have done the same thing. Becuase whatever I did, it got me here. Alive and healthy. It got our relationship here. To survive.

"get back to me if you like what you hear. I don't go no kids."]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1591 I am standing in my towel, my hair dripping flat notes on the hardwood floor. We are watching each other. I am clutching my toiletries to my chest, ready to bring them back to my apartment. Ready to thank him for the use of his shower. Ready to leave and blow dry my hair. I walk over to where he lies on the couch. I bend down to kiss his cheek but he is ahead of me, hands on my either side of my face he guides my mouth to his. Soft deep kisses, sliding tongues, teething clicking. He smells like sleep. His eyes are shut tight. The toiletries are on the floor, my towel is opened, his hands grabbing my ass, squeezing it. He moves his face into my chest and bites my breast. More kissing, licking and squeezing we are naked. I am confused.

He wraps my legs around him and stands up, carrying me to the bedroom, gently laying my down on the bed. On my back. Under him. Hands, lips.
Umm...

"I missed you, God, I missed you.." he is breathlessly telling me things that sound foreign-that I don't believe. He is deep inside me. For once, it hurts. I don't' know why I am here. I keep asking myself but myself keeps telling me to shut up. To stop ruining things. I know what this means. I know it means nothing. I know he will say.

"I couldn't resist you."

This makes it less delicious. This makes it less fun. I realize I only liked sex with him when I was in love with him. Am I not in love with him anymore? How can I be? I feel cold and heartless. Like a hooker, prostituting myself for love. Love I don't' even want anymore. Love that's not even worth it. Like a ten dollar blow job. Shutting my eyes tight.
Being somewhere else.

He goes soft and I wonder if he came because if I did I didn't notice. But he didn't. He has a lot on his mind, he's sorry. I say he should just come out with it then, rolling off of him and onto my back, staring at the ceiling. Waiting to hear it. The same thing he always says. He says it. I try to keep from scoffing. But come on, it feels like such a crock of shit. I wait for him to stop saying what he always says so I can say what I always say. It's irrelevant. It doesn't matter anymore.

The reasons you are not perfect:

1. You cry too much (too vulnerable)
2. You love to much
3. You are too intense
4. You are not showing your strength
5. You are 24

But there is nothing wrong with you. No, it's just that you're not perfect.
If you were perfect there would be no problem, but you understand, right?

I am thinking I am done. That this is the last straw. Him assuming the position. Like it's been held. Indefinitely for his return.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1475 Are we here again? How did we get here again? Is this really happening? When did I slip? I didn't even see the dip in the earth. But I have fallen again. Skinned, bone peeking out. A rough and constant wound. Sore. Aching. Like my heart when I watch him sleep. Like my hands when I am near yet cannot, will not, should not touch him.

He says he wants to be alone. He says he misses me. He comes. He leaves. He stays. He runs. He walks away. Perfect balance. Not so much as a stumble. He says he is hurting too. That this isn't easy for him. He knows I probably don't believe that. But it's true. I can't help finding it hard to believe. I don't know what to believe. I am told not to doubt.
Not to waver. Yet he does not do the same.

I wish there was a way to take a picture of my damaged heart-like the cancerous lungs on packs of cigarettes. This is your heart. This is your heart in love. (sound of egg sizzling in a skillet) Any questions?

Oh you assume, you assume things are the same. He assumes this. Without asking he gets into position. Like he owns it. Like it's his. And it was. Is. I think. This is warm, soft but my heart is cold. My eyes dry. I am angry? I am tired.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1426 happening


He smells like the spray he buys for his braids. Some conditioning stuff that keeps them shiny and neat looking. I like that smell. Last night, as we made love that smell filled my nostrils as I held his face and kissed his cheeks. Other times he smells like motorcycle exhaust, and chain lube. Then sawdust and gasoline. The best is when he shaves and has that speed stick, Gillette smell. All smooth faced and musky. Or like mouthwash.

Then there are the erotic smells. Like under his arm. His hot breath. His skin when it heats up.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=2840 happening


And now? Lovers, not lovers. I come to new realizations every day. The common one being he can't be in a relationship. He is incapable. Why? I don't know. He described his union with his ex by saying

"it was like two celebrities pooling their friends, everyone got along"

He doesn't like any of my friends.

He said of his ex:

"I kissed her feet every night while she slept."

Sometimes I hate her. Even though we have never met. She represents everything he can't let go of. He doesn't want her, yet he can't stop comparing me to her. I know he is. I can see it in his face. She was strong. She was career minded. He chased her.

To him I am weak. I work a menial job. My passion is for a music he cannot understand. I am emotional and vulnerable.

And now? Now he is in love with me. He says this to me because I called his bluff. He holds me in a bear hug and whispers this in my ear. That I am the woman he wants. That I know he is love with me - don't I? He just wants me to be perfect.

But I am not perfect. I am very flawed. I am emotional. This he cannot understand. And I cannot explain it.

They make love that night. It is sweet and deep. She feels as though he has been reading up or practicing or something because his moves are confident, creative. He holds her firmly, an arm around her back pressing her close against him. His mouth and tongue more curious, more bold.

And so here we are. Spent, breathing hard, chests heaving. Teetering on the edge of our own relationship's mortality. It's still hard to look at him. I am afraid. Of what he will say next, do next, be next. Say you love me.
Stay and be the man I want. The man I need.
]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1414 happening


And now? Lovers, not lovers. I come to new realizations every day. The common one being he can't be in a relationship. He is incapable. Why? I don't know. He described his union with his ex by saying

"it was like two celebrities pooling their friends, everyone got along"

He doesn't like any of my friends.

He said of his ex:

"I kissed her feet every night while she slept."

Sometimes I hate her. Even though we have never met. She represents everything he can't let go of. He doesn't want her, yet he can't stop comparing me to her. I know he is. I can see it in his face. She was strong. She was career minded. He chased her.

To him I am weak. I work a menial job. My passion is for a music he cannot understand. I am emotional and vulnerable.

And now? Now he is in love with me. He says this to me because I called his bluff. He holds me in a bear hug and whispers this in my ear. That I am the woman he wants. That I know he is love with me - don't I? He just wants me to be perfect.

But I am not perfect. I am very flawed. I am emotional. This he cannot understand. And I cannot explain it.

They make love that night. It is sweet and deep. She feels as though he has been reading up or practicing or something because his moves are confident, creative. He holds her firmly, an arm around her back pressing her close against him. His mouth and tongue more curious, more bold.

And so here we are. Spent, breathing hard, chests heaving. Teetering on the edge of our own relationship's mortality. It's still hard to look at him. I am afraid. Of what he will say next, do next, be next. Say you love me.
Stay and be the man I want. The man I need.
]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=2839 happening:

But it meant nothing. Nothing more than lust.

"I couldn't resist you."

I am fool because I wished it meant more. I am a fool because I let him do it even though I knew. I knew what it meant.

ok so....i go to sleep last night wondering to myself as I do every night if I should lock my door. I, as every other night, decided to leave it unlocked. I hope he will come in this night. I hope he will crawl into my bed and kiss me.

I awoke around 2 am to a knock at my door ( my bedroom door) it was him and he was standing in his pajamas. I was half asleep and told him I was dreaming about motorcycles. He laughed and hugged me.
"i love you" he said in the way that sounds like he has just realized this amazing fact.

Then after we hug for a bit he leads me over to my bed and puts the cat out, closes the door and snuggles in beside me. He kisses me. Then we are making love. Sweet and slow. He said "let's go slow, my love, let's enjoy each other"

I did not have an orgasm but thoroughly enjoyed the sex regardless. we held each other for a long time then went and slept in his bed. we fell asleep spooning. we told each other we loved each other.

I woke up disoriented because I couldn't find the scratching post where I keep my phone. Then I realized I was in his bed. It felt a bit weird but sweet. he snuggled closer to me.

Then I got up, rubbed his back, kissed him, told him I loved him and he reciprocated--then I said I 'd see him later.

and I came here to listen to phone sex and agonize about what all this means.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1401 happening:

But it meant nothing. Nothing more than lust.

"I couldn't resist you."

I am fool because I wished it meant more. I am a fool because I let him do it even though I knew. I knew what it meant.

ok so....i go to sleep last night wondering to myself as I do every night if I should lock my door. I, as every other night, decided to leave it unlocked. I hope he will come in this night. I hope he will crawl into my bed and kiss me.

I awoke around 2 am to a knock at my door ( my bedroom door) it was him and he was standing in his pajamas. I was half asleep and told him I was dreaming about motorcycles. He laughed and hugged me.
"i love you" he said in the way that sounds like he has just realized this amazing fact.

Then after we hug for a bit he leads me over to my bed and puts the cat out, closes the door and snuggles in beside me. He kisses me. Then we are making love. Sweet and slow. He said "let's go slow, my love, let's enjoy each other"

I did not have an orgasm but thoroughly enjoyed the sex regardless. we held each other for a long time then went and slept in his bed. we fell asleep spooning. we told each other we loved each other.

I woke up disoriented because I couldn't find the scratching post where I keep my phone. Then I realized I was in his bed. It felt a bit weird but sweet. he snuggled closer to me.

Then I got up, rubbed his back, kissed him, told him I loved him and he reciprocated--then I said I 'd see him later.

and I came here to listen to phone sex and agonize about what all this means.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=2827 I cannot pinpoint when I actually fell for him. Perhaps the first time he touched me, or our first embrace. Maybe it was when he kissed me, soft lips covering my mouth, the darkness surrounding us. Maybe when we met. Me, standing at his door with the landlady and current boyfriend in tow. Him, in his red robe, bedraggled and sleepy-eyed. Him hoping the boyfriend was a brother and me wondering why he was so sleepy at 2pm in the afternoon.

They made love once on his green velvet couch. She on his lap, legs wrapped around him. His hands were warm on her hips. He kept saying how beautiful she felt. That they should do it like this more often. On the chair. On the bus. She is wondering when he became this way. When they became lovers.


I guess it doesn't matter. When I fell, I mean. For I have now. Fallen. Bruised and disoriented. This love has spun me around and then left me staggering. He walks away without needing to watch his balance.

This is it. This is really over?

We sit eating dinner in front of the Untouchables. We haven't been looking at one another too much lately. Long gazing means, more tense sexually charged moments. I kiss him the cheek-he looks surprised but delighted. I leave to get ready to go out. I come back in to flirt, asking him how my outfit looks. He is not hiding the fact that he is staring at my ass. He is smiling.

Fuck you. I think to myself.

He pulls me onto his lap. He tells me I feel good in his arms. He tells me I am beautiful. Our faces are very close. And then, just as before, his lips are covering me. Kissing, sucking my mouth against his. His hands sliding down my back, under my bra, over my breast. My hand starts at his knee and moves up until it can't go any further. We are gripping each other. We are frenzied. Devouring each other as if we may never taste again. We do not open our eyes until, breathless we pull apart. He comments that my hair looks fine as I fuss with it. I know it's not fine, I know I look like I just made out with my ex-boyfriend on his green sofa.
Groping. Necking. In front of the Untouchables.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1369 I cannot pinpoint when I actually fell for him. Perhaps the first time he touched me, or our first embrace. Maybe it was when he kissed me, soft lips covering my mouth, the darkness surrounding us. Maybe when we met. Me, standing at his door with the landlady and current boyfriend in tow. Him, in his red robe, bedraggled and sleepy-eyed. Him hoping the boyfriend was a brother and me wondering why he was so sleepy at 2pm in the afternoon.

They made love once on his green velvet couch. She on his lap, legs wrapped around him. His hands were warm on her hips. He kept saying how beautiful she felt. That they should do it like this more often. On the chair. On the bus. She is wondering when he became this way. When they became lovers.


I guess it doesn't matter. When I fell, I mean. For I have now. Fallen. Bruised and disoriented. This love has spun me around and then left me staggering. He walks away without needing to watch his balance.

This is it. This is really over?

We sit eating dinner in front of the Untouchables. We haven't been looking at one another too much lately. Long gazing means, more tense sexually charged moments. I kiss him the cheek-he looks surprised but delighted. I leave to get ready to go out. I come back in to flirt, asking him how my outfit looks. He is not hiding the fact that he is staring at my ass. He is smiling.

Fuck you. I think to myself.

He pulls me onto his lap. He tells me I feel good in his arms. He tells me I am beautiful. Our faces are very close. And then, just as before, his lips are covering me. Kissing, sucking my mouth against his. His hands sliding down my back, under my bra, over my breast. My hand starts at his knee and moves up until it can't go any further. We are gripping each other. We are frenzied. Devouring each other as if we may never taste again. We do not open our eyes until, breathless we pull apart. He comments that my hair looks fine as I fuss with it. I know it's not fine, I know I look like I just made out with my ex-boyfriend on his green sofa.
Groping. Necking. In front of the Untouchables.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=2818 happening

She walks and stands in his room. Straight, wearing pajamas. Wrapped in a blanket. She is watching him smooth out the covers and arrange the pillows. He looks at her and smiles. He, having promised to wear something, has chosen boxer shorts. She is looking at him. His smooth chest. The dips of his biceps. His long slender legs. He seems taller lying down. He pats the empty side of the bed beside him. She advances and lays down quietly, making no sound, the blanket still surrounding her. He smiles and laughs as he reaches and takes the blanket from her. She hugs herself. He lifts the covers up and places them on her, up under her chin. Underneath, his hand finds her arms and breaks her hold on her ribs. He places his left hand on top of her head and both his feet under her feet. She is so little, he says. He had no idea.

She is nervous. She has come under the premise that she will sleep. In his arms, the man she had come to love so secretly that it surprised even her to admit it. Her attraction to him overwhelming. Her heart is thudding against her sternum. He can feel it in her belly with his hand. She rolls on her side and he slips up behind her, spooning. And with his right hand, he rubs her belly and slides up under her shirt, cupping her left breast. As he does this he presses his forehead into the back of her neck, letting out a tiny groan. So soft. So sweet. He had no idea.

Now she is on her back, under his hands. Her face under his lips. His kisses are huge. Covering her. Her clothes are being removed. His lips are on her mouth, neck, breasts, belly, and navel. His mouth finds where her legs and torso meet. Where her hipbones point, like arrows. Right here.
Right here. Don't stop.
And then it is her turn. And her small mouth finds his smooth chest and dipped arms. His face under hers. His body under her hands. She is covering him with her pale skin. She is the blanket. He feels as if his entire body is in her mouth. And it is, almost. And then he needs to know if this is ok. He can't go further until he knows this is ok.
It is.

I can't remember much of what we said. Afterwards, I mean. It's as if there was nothing to say. We were like foreigners in each other's countries. No passports. No translators. Lost. Reeling. We went for brunch and then to do laundry. By the dryers while I was folding, he came behind me and slipped his arm around my belly, his hand under the waist my jeans. He kissed my neck. He's touching me now. Are we really here? Is this what we are really doing?

We looked at stereos and guitars. He picked out an amp and speakers that seemed decent. We went home and set them up.
While I fiddled with the speaker wire, he found my bare shoulder and kissed it. So are we doing this now?

After, he, weighed by his record bag came in and found me laying on my couch. He leaned over it and looked at me, smiling.
"I'm off to work, I'll be home later." And then he was gone.

Later, when I came to the club, he jogged up to me, taking my hands and kissing my cheek. Smiling. Am I here? Is this happening?]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1342 happening

She walks and stands in his room. Straight, wearing pajamas. Wrapped in a blanket. She is watching him smooth out the covers and arrange the pillows. He looks at her and smiles. He, having promised to wear something, has chosen boxer shorts. She is looking at him. His smooth chest. The dips of his biceps. His long slender legs. He seems taller lying down. He pats the empty side of the bed beside him. She advances and lays down quietly, making no sound, the blanket still surrounding her. He smiles and laughs as he reaches and takes the blanket from her. She hugs herself. He lifts the covers up and places them on her, up under her chin. Underneath, his hand finds her arms and breaks her hold on her ribs. He places his left hand on top of her head and both his feet under her feet. She is so little, he says. He had no idea.

She is nervous. She has come under the premise that she will sleep. In his arms, the man she had come to love so secretly that it surprised even her to admit it. Her attraction to him overwhelming. Her heart is thudding against her sternum. He can feel it in her belly with his hand. She rolls on her side and he slips up behind her, spooning. And with his right hand, he rubs her belly and slides up under her shirt, cupping her left breast. As he does this he presses his forehead into the back of her neck, letting out a tiny groan. So soft. So sweet. He had no idea.

Now she is on her back, under his hands. Her face under his lips. His kisses are huge. Covering her. Her clothes are being removed. His lips are on her mouth, neck, breasts, belly, and navel. His mouth finds where her legs and torso meet. Where her hipbones point, like arrows. Right here.
Right here. Don't stop.
And then it is her turn. And her small mouth finds his smooth chest and dipped arms. His face under hers. His body under her hands. She is covering him with her pale skin. She is the blanket. He feels as if his entire body is in her mouth. And it is, almost. And then he needs to know if this is ok. He can't go further until he knows this is ok.
It is.

I can't remember much of what we said. Afterwards, I mean. It's as if there was nothing to say. We were like foreigners in each other's countries. No passports. No translators. Lost. Reeling. We went for brunch and then to do laundry. By the dryers while I was folding, he came behind me and slipped his arm around my belly, his hand under the waist my jeans. He kissed my neck. He's touching me now. Are we really here? Is this what we are really doing?

We looked at stereos and guitars. He picked out an amp and speakers that seemed decent. We went home and set them up.
While I fiddled with the speaker wire, he found my bare shoulder and kissed it. So are we doing this now?

After, he, weighed by his record bag came in and found me laying on my couch. He leaned over it and looked at me, smiling.
"I'm off to work, I'll be home later." And then he was gone.

Later, when I came to the club, he jogged up to me, taking my hands and kissing my cheek. Smiling. Am I here? Is this happening?]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=2788 More Coat Check Drama...

" Can you believe that FUCKing coat check girl? She is so fucking stupid.
I TOLD her which jacket was mine. But still she wants my ticket. She is SO DUMB---look at her"**


**Note to very drunk people:

Sober people can hear you, even when you think you're whispering.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1276 More Coat Check Drama...

" Can you believe that FUCKing coat check girl? She is so fucking stupid.
I TOLD her which jacket was mine. But still she wants my ticket. She is SO DUMB---look at her"**


**Note to very drunk people:

Sober people can hear you, even when you think you're whispering.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=2773 the hungersleep:

I can't seem to get to bed on time anymore.

His name is Darren, he hasn't got a whole lot to do and would like someone to occupy his time. And he has a lot of time. It that sounds good, you should hit him up.

Always, staying up, falling asleep on the couch.

In the mood to talk about anything.

wake up with a crick in my neck.

She wants a man who will treat a lady how she should be treated.

(is that a relative term?) I do neck exercises at my desk all day.

I'm looking for a girl with a head on her shoulders.

(I should hope so) My carpal tunnel gets aggravated from all the massaging.

I am 6"5, light complicated, lookin for a dark skinned man.....

(sigh) sigh.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1240 the hungersleep:

I can't seem to get to bed on time anymore.

His name is Darren, he hasn't got a whole lot to do and would like someone to occupy his time. And he has a lot of time. It that sounds good, you should hit him up.

Always, staying up, falling asleep on the couch.

In the mood to talk about anything.

wake up with a crick in my neck.

She wants a man who will treat a lady how she should be treated.

(is that a relative term?) I do neck exercises at my desk all day.

I'm looking for a girl with a head on her shoulders.

(I should hope so) My carpal tunnel gets aggravated from all the massaging.

I am 6"5, light complicated, lookin for a dark skinned man.....

(sigh) sigh.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=2770 Tonight, the role of My So-Called Phone Sex Life will be played by My So-Called Coat Check Life:



He gets me the job. I need the money. My first shift is Hallowe'en. I wear my leopard print top and matching hairband. I put my hair in little "ears".
I paint on whiskers and a nose with mascara and that crappy dollar store make-up. I forget I am wearing it when I put my bike helmet on. Shit. I have to touch-up when I get there.

Them:
"Hey pussycat, nice tail."

Me:
"I don't have a tail---oh."

It is starting already.

Them:
"Are you being a good kitty?"

Don't lose your ticket, I hiss. I pass tickets and collect change. I covet most of the coats. Boas tucked in sleeves, tweed, wool, nylon, butterfly, mandarin collars. I imagine they are callers. All lined up, hanging. Queued and ready.

"Hi, I'm from Club Monaco, I'm midnight blue with a lambs wool collar. My lining is silk and I'm looking for a nylon windbreaker to rock my world."

He comes with curry on rice to rescue my grumbling belly. And perhaps to check I'm not going mental. I'm not. He runs for change from the bar.

"London Fog seeks 3 1/4 length suede with belt."

I wonder if any of these guys call the line.

They must. They all sound familiar.

]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1218 Tonight, the role of My So-Called Phone Sex Life will be played by My So-Called Coat Check Life:



He gets me the job. I need the money. My first shift is Hallowe'en. I wear my leopard print top and matching hairband. I put my hair in little "ears".
I paint on whiskers and a nose with mascara and that crappy dollar store make-up. I forget I am wearing it when I put my bike helmet on. Shit. I have to touch-up when I get there.

Them:
"Hey pussycat, nice tail."

Me:
"I don't have a tail---oh."

It is starting already.

Them:
"Are you being a good kitty?"

Don't lose your ticket, I hiss. I pass tickets and collect change. I covet most of the coats. Boas tucked in sleeves, tweed, wool, nylon, butterfly, mandarin collars. I imagine they are callers. All lined up, hanging. Queued and ready.

"Hi, I'm from Club Monaco, I'm midnight blue with a lambs wool collar. My lining is silk and I'm looking for a nylon windbreaker to rock my world."

He comes with curry on rice to rescue my grumbling belly. And perhaps to check I'm not going mental. I'm not. He runs for change from the bar.

"London Fog seeks 3 1/4 length suede with belt."

I wonder if any of these guys call the line.

They must. They all sound familiar.

]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=2745 Feng Shui:

"lookin to talk--hopefully more"

did you know the litter box was in my relationship corner?

"searching for long term relationship-honest but with a broken heart."

it's by the jackets now, in the area between growth and health.

"I'm attached but holla at your boy anyway, cuz I'm just lookin to talk with two girls and one of them should be a lesbian."

I put pairs of shoes in my relationship corner....

"dark mocha chocolate wants hot and horny ladies for fun conversation who are not into the games."

hung a picture of my niece over the scratching post in my family corner.

"I'd like to talk to you"

i feel better already.

]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/phonesex.asp?id=1165 Feng Shui:

"lookin to talk--hopefully more"

did you know the litter box was in my relationship corner?

"searching for long term relationship-honest but with a broken heart."

it's by the jackets now, in the area between growth and health.

"I'm attached but holla at your boy anyway, cuz I'm just lookin to talk with two girls and one of them should be a lesbian."

I put pairs of shoes in my relationship corner....

"dark mocha chocolate wants hot and horny ladies for fun conversation who are not into the games."

hung a picture of my niece over the scratching post in my family corner.

"I'd like to talk to you"

i feel better already.

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