seasonal freedom
Whew….
It has been two solid weeks of hectic non-stop career building–but I am done until 2011! I have barely even noticed we are deep into the Holiday Season, if it wasn’t for the parade of drunks wearing Santa hats at the Library I may have never noticed.
Santa Baby–bring me some cock NOW!
I have been crazy writing and not one word about getting fucked–though I have not getting fucked to write about anyway. Of course–I always take care of myself, but I have not even had the time to do myself properly either. All my cums have been fast, down and dirty, quickies with the most powerful iconic utilitarian vibrator I own.
I have been surprised at how wet and sloppy my pussy has been getting. I think it is the build up, this lack of time has put me on a schedule of when I masturbate. So that by the time the 2 AM I need cum time rolled around each night my cunt was growling, had grown fat and would leak all over the chair. Perhaps I am in heat. Perhaps I need some meat. Perhaps somebody needs to come lick this mess up.
Of course I would love to do the same for you. It has been nearly two weeks since I had your cock in mouth. I certainly have been missing that feel of your thick branch being stroked by my hand–making the soft flesh turn to hardness for my mouth, for my cunt. There is just about nothing I wouldn’t do to feel you sliding into me, letting me ride you–covering that fat cock of yours in this wet messy pussy.
Get over her, now!
It’s hard for me to believe that you lack for partners banging down your door
khavren: not concerned with quantity, but quality. and now, sadly, they are not knocking my door down…
knock knock knock.
slam! BAM! BAM!
She said “knocking my (her) door down.”
Now with my boots…
That’s right LV, you let ‘em know that not just any ole cock will do!!
So the criteria is: “If you can knock my door down with your cock, you’re welcome to enter”