ClueChick: real clues from a real chick

You know what's great? Fucking. Yeah, okay, it's not a revelatory statement, but fucking is goddamn awesome.

Pretty much everything about fucking is pretty great, too. There's the flirting, the teasing, the hinting, the batting-of-eyelashes and all that fun stuff that leads up to fucking. And then there's the full-body-contact, rubbing up against each other, getting-it-on of the actual fucking. And, then, as if that weren't enough, there's the sweet drifting down afterwards, which is when I'm always most tempted to say something that will embarrass me when I've recovered my wits, but it's also when I'm most likely to say what I'm feeling without running it by the censor, first. (Yes, no doubt these things are related.)

But, really, a day with some fucking in it is a day that's worth having. A bad day + fucking = hey, at least I got laid. A good day + fucking = really fucking awesome!

Yes, I think I'll have more fucking, please.