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i'm bored as fuck. here's another:
POST:
"I had the best time with myself. I hope to see me again soon."

I cooked dinner, arranged the table and lit candles. Somehow I had known to prepare my own favorite meal and pour myself a glass of my favorite red wine ( which I worried that I was trying to get myself intoxicated in hopes to 'get lucky' later- however these feelings soon subsided and trust took their place)... as I ate I had a wonderful, witty and do I dare say CHARMING conversation with myself, laughing at my own jokes, even enjoying the few romantic silences between topics. Candles burnt down, I left the dinner table with myself and settled onto the couch, and continuing conversation. A little drunk I admit to myself that 'I've never quite spoken to anyone the way I speak to myself..." and bashfully blush, biting my own tongue for embarrassing myself in front of myself so early on my own date...
"I know I feel the same way when I talk to me also" I again admit.
I put on a romantic comedy and I put my hand on my own leg.
I barely make it through the movie before I find myself kissing my own neck. This drives me wild. My lips meet mine, and a carnal make-out session begins.
Feverishly I kiss and suck at my own lips, barely stopping for a moment making eye contact with myself nor halting to catch my own breath.
I try and stop myself, but before I know it, I've removed my own shirt.
"...stop stop..." I whisper in my ear
"I'm not ready for this"
Its fine I gasp as I get a hold of my urges, "I can wait for me"
What a great kisser I am. I can't stop thinking about myself.
I hope I see me again soon.