*warning: this post may contain male bashing..*
If you just want woohoo- let me know. Don't try to tell me you miss me at 12am and want to come through and see me when I know the truth is that you just want to come by and get the goodies. Don't use that tired ass excuse "We're grown.." either. Yes I know we're grown but that doesn't mean that I am so grown I don't deserve to be treated like the princess father brought me up as. Since we are grown we should engage in grown up conversation about grown up things.. not only woohoo.
It's my own fault though. I know I just ooze sex appeal *side eye* and that my constant flirting can make it seem like I desire you sexually. The truth is I don't need your penis. Your tongue? Well that's another story. We can get the tongue any time any place. Your penis? Ew.. I'd rather masturbate.