rag, slag and shag

i am on the rag. i have cramps. i was supposed to meet up with the firefighter, but i guess that will have to wait until aunt flo leaves. i see the firefighter once every few weeks or so. i am done slagging around with different guys; i've just settled on shagging the firefighter until "love of my life #3" comes. oh, you want to know about the firefighter? i think he's about two years older than i am. he is very handsome. he's mixed, too: half italian and half puerto rican. he's really tall and big and strong like you would imagine a firefighter being. yes, his "firehose" is very big, too. don't pretend like you weren't wondering about that; i know you were! i have no emotional connection to him whatsoever. i barely know him, or anything about him. it's almost totally physical. he's nice, respectful, really handsome, sexually compatible with me, and that's it. yeah, i wish it were different, but this is all i have now.