I think the only thing I can focus on these days is sex.
A guide to missing out on great anon cyber action, by rearing your fatphobic, patronizing, mysogynistic troll head
Context: I’m having a horny day. I post on Craigslist, looking for people to send me dirty stories, etc. that I can read during my commute and use to get off with once I’m home. I get a lot of replies, including from RR. We have several emails back and forth, and decide we’ll chat once I’m home. As you’ll see, that’s not how things ended. His loss, I’m sure you’ll agree. (‘Cause it’s certainly not mine!)
Me: K, I’ll email when I’m on a real computer. Got so many replies to deal with, most looking to hookup cause they didn’t read the ad very well!
Long commute, so I think it might be another 45 minutes or so. Just so you know.
RR: so….are you hot? Like slim and attractive?
hard candy, sucking
my cunt wet and open
remembering tongue
When I bend down, all the way down, with my legs together, there’s a keyhole at the top of my thighs. A little diamond window—creamy skin framing darker, wrinkled folds.
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