Drought is over. Spent most of yesterday with my boy Marcus and I'm good now. I almost forgot how little sex does for me. I mean I'd really almost forgotten all the angst and anxiety of it all. He's a good guy and if I was really sexual I guess it'd be good times, I'm just not though. He was so close to being ticked off cause I was saying shit like, naw, I really don't want to do that, I haven't stretched, put your boxers back on b4 you lay in my bed nekked, thanks. But I am in control of sexual encounters these days, I spent too much time obliging to what a nigga wants, fuck that, tough noogies my dude, thanks for the good time though.
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