1: Cranberry juice
I was done for. Completely done for, there was no way i was going to survive this, to wiggle my way out of this situation, even my well of lies had gone dry -and believe me if lying was an Olympic sport, I'd be a gold medalist, I'm that good at lying. But even my lies couldn't get me out of this. Nothing could. Never had i thought something like this could ever happen to me. Now i bet you're wondering what exactly is this dooming "situation" that I've gotten myself into..and I'm going to tell you, but first i want to make one thing clear -my love of s*x isn't to blame. My appetite for good, hard d**k isn't anything beyond that of a normal sexually active teenager. I wasn't chasing a good f**k -initially. I am not a nymphomaniac, not by any means or definition. I
