They were true victims, falling in love, and falling arse up offering to quench it. But Kurt was only in it for the sex, and his unquenchable, brutal...fucking, combined with his uncomfortably large cock and carelessness, soon made them run with their sore tails between their legs. He'd fucked himself raw in the last decade from the excess of opportunity, and he needed to stop himself. That was why he was taking his hunky bod overseas. But it's harder to break a habit than make it, and even. That guy must have a lump of lead for a brain. I suppose he can't imagine women that don't like him. I bet he gets plenty of action from his fans.It's a shame their last record didn't do that well. I definitely won't sleep with someone on the way down. I don't need losers in my life. What was I doing before he called?Without much sense of transition I'm back to being myself. It seems I am going to get some downtime on this job. I hope I can cope with it. Being her is very easy but I need to. Almost every negative critical impulse you have just flies away in the face of a good grass high.The food you are eating is the best you ever tasted and you can't get enough of it. (That's the big one. 'The munchies' aren't just a rumor, you know. I can't tell you the number of times during the years that I made a mad dash to the grocery store or 7-Eleven at 10:00 at night just to buy a Tastykake Chocolate Junior.) The sex you are currently engaged in is the wildest. The music you are listening. What’s it been, he wondered, probably over a year. ‘You know I do,’ he laughed into the phone, ‘Where are you?’ ‘I’m here…here in San Francisco,’ she said, adding, ‘Just for this week. I was hoping we might get together.’ ‘Only if you agree we can take up…right where we left off,’ he teased her. Falling back into their old habit of teasing each another she replied, ‘What did you think – I had in mind, Sir?’ she said with that teasing little sexy voice of hers? ‘I looked up where you live. I’m.