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.
I was pretty well composed this morning. I had a shower just quick enough to wash the lube and near-dried juices from my still-sticky cunt and thighs. I sat across from an incredibly attractive man the whole busride in, and kept my mind busy by playing game after game of solitaire. But then I had to open up tumblr once I’d sat down at my desk, didn’t I. And there were your words, and here is my cunt, and now the office will smell like pussy by the time my coworkers get in, despite all my best intentions.