Deleted and Dejected
Oh sweet rejection how I’ve missed you so.
One thing about just not playing the game is one doesn’t have to suffer from the rejection. One of these days I am just gonna stop caring about getting laid, about falling in love, about all of it.
My long weekend ended already and not with a bang.
It was just not meant to be, no even for a long weekend.
Even though there was a lovely slow lingering blow job– which culminated in a sweet cum between my tits followed by a much needed orgasim for me at the hands of another. When morning came it was different I wanted more, he did not– it was not me he had his mind on, or it could have been just straight up buyers remorse. Regardless of what it was– I left early this morning– fighting back those familiar tears of rejection and impending aloneness.
Although maybe I’m just sad because my Instagram account was deleted, for once again, TOS violations. It could be the Facebook acquisition that put me over the edge, but I was pretty tame on this site– I loved the intimacy and connection made with people, catching glimpses of someone else’s life. It is a good reminder to back your images up– about a ¼ of the way through using instagram I connected it to Dropbox, so every shot was saved, but those first few 100 shots are not and are now gone as is all of the shots I “liked” and comments left and made. On ZD Ned- Violet Blue offers alternatives to IG and backup method– do it now before your account is deleted.
It was probably the image of the man and woman in the bathtub from the book Where Did I Come From that put me over the edge. Fuck– I loved Instagram– now I really am going to cry.
Going back to bed.Library Vixen, All rights Reserved. Written For: Library Vixen