Waiting for a plane

The infamous ex is back. I'm not sure how I feel about it. We've been able to talk a little about what happened and I've got closure, finally, on some things.

Its 10.19pm on Saturday night and I'm wide awake. There's nothing on TV. Infact I've got K1 kickboxing on. Rather boring.

I'm talking to a male piercer in a bondage chatroom about labia piercings. I still want one! I'm not allowed one though. Plus I really don't want to risk the possibility of loosing feeling and not being able to achieve orgasm. Shit! That's too terrible to contemplate really.