Hello everyone. Kind of at a loss for things to write about. I would go political but that always ends badly. Someone gets butthurt. I personally don’t care. Go cry to whoever will listen, it’s the new, “I am so weak and mentally fragile” thing to do. Personally, I feel that mentally weak people who are upset, offended, or generally otherwise so fragile that calling them a retard sends them to a therapist, are the worst. They will be the first to die in the Apocalypse. Even if they believe in God they are still going first, because like me, he vomits at the revolting thought of having to listen to them whine. He will strike all these social warriors down straight to hell. Satan is busy building his own wall to try to block this because he doesn’t want them either. Man, I got a whole paragraph out of this. Can’t believe it.
Probably not something you planned on reading this fine day yet here it is… jumped right out didn’t it. No idea where that came from.
I once cheated on my boyfriend with his boss, at his boss’s house during a Christmas party. His boss was single so no issues there. One of the other employees walked in on us while I had my lips around his marvelous pole. We were busted. We finished and I drank every last drop of his thick, creamy load. He obviously told my boyfriend that night. We broke up about three months later. He had some insecurity issues. Not sure why, I just told him if his boss were to call while we were having sex I would stop and immediately go suck the sperm directly out of his dick. His penis was truly that good. What can I say. I like amazing cocks. I moved out, and he didn’t quit his job. He must have thought that was the end of it until he saw me walk past his cubicle and into his boss’s office. I had some cum to collect and collect it I did. I left that office looking thoroughly fucked, because I got thoroughly fucked. Like I said, I wasn’t in love with the man, but I would have married that cock. I tell you this because this happened like fifteen years ago and my ex emailed me a few months ago. He wanted to inform me that he now forgives me and has moved on. I caused him PTSD. I told him thank you but I don’t have time for a long conversation, his ex boss called and I was going to have him try to shoot a baby deep up in me. He didn’t write back. True story.
I’m traveling around the country right now and meeting lots of old friends and some new ones. Most of the new friends are fantastic but there is always that one that just makes things weird, creepy, and awkward. Mostly by assuming they make the rules. You don’t make the rules. If you want to meet with me follow my rules and all will go fabulously well. Let’s be honest here. I can’t control your references. I can’t control their response, whether they even will respond. Ninety percent of the girls in this industry from porn to escorting won’t get past a year or so. Of the ten percent left, half of those will overdose on Krylon Spray Paint huffing so if they don’t respond…that is not my fault. I provide an option for that. It’s a $25 meet and greet cam show. Why the $25 dollar charge? Because I would be doing Meet and Greet Cam shows 24-7 without it. Plus, it’s a service and a valuable service at that. You are getting the keys to the golden gate. In addition, I answer requests for references from other girls promptly. What am I saying here? Don’t get pushy, it comes off creepy. Don’t try to get something for free, it comes off even worse.
Do escalators ever really break? Or do they simply become stairs for a while? Riddle me that one Mr. Uh huh… that’s a tough one.
My friends, I must call it quits. I have nothing more to say and I am sitting here fingering myself because in less than an hour a very good friend with a very fine dick will shoot some baby batter all up in me and I do like baby batter all up in me!