The adventures of a real life slut in a conservative world. I want to be covered in sweat and spit, I crave being covered in lube and cum. 8221; And he was happy to oblige.

This Is Where I Got Off. Sex, Lies and Videotape. My Bullshit Meter Just Went Off.

Do you know this person? August 3, 2016. The more brutally honest the better. Yours will be no different. My latest and possibly final post is password protected.

It is a desire to serve. A hunger to yield, to bend, to give, to allow herself to be controlled. A need to submit, To comply, to assent, to acquiesce. It is an itch, an ache, a yearning. She is compelled by some deep inner want, some unfathomable need. some almost primal desire to bestow dominion. To render up complete power.

The dawn of my landslide of good karma life. And then I peed my pants. The first thing you need to know about my trip to Tahoe to see Elton John is that I am 41 years old. When I pointed this out to my sister, the man sitting in front of us said, I heard that, and gave us a scowl. You can see where this is headed already.

The Angel and Devil on My Shoulders.

Begging For Thread This Really is For Bobby. So I got edges that scratch. All of my misspoken words. I know my disposition gets confusing. My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state. To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head. Stupidly think you had it under control.