The sore saddle i am perched on has now only twenty more days, to be a bur under my buttocks before i can slip off and feel that befuddled tension ease away down the cock sucking father time road, i glimpsed when..!! sigh if i can remember when this crazy mix of hours started....amazing the draw of a few pennies more, in my pocket, puts on hold the life of those inside who journey along with me.
They are not happy..no amount of promises..can simper down their voices to a whisper..even the promise of pulling on stockings is not enough..take me shopping the slutty bitch screams and this slutty bitch is she inside of me or am i simply the slutty bitch, promising myself that at the end of this period of crazy work i might just treat myself...enough to stop my femininity from whipping my bare Clitty to a frazzle..especially this passing weekend due to fatigue i sprawled into a crumpled heap,as i rested from the giant penny on my back..a glass of Chardonnay or two was the muster of it all.
I should have been in deepest darkest Manchester as the demons draw out in the night sky, to play with a Dark Master who has a lust for every hole available,in the most dankest of terms and conditions....and so i sigh,a sigh of not so much sadness for i can live on the memory of the last episode when things went squelch under his service...HA...then onward only twenty more days..!!and life returns to go BOO...perhaps i should burn the candle at both ends..i can hear them..yes yes...drat...
They are not happy..no amount of promises..can simper down their voices to a whisper..even the promise of pulling on stockings is not enough..take me shopping the slutty bitch screams and this slutty bitch is she inside of me or am i simply the slutty bitch, promising myself that at the end of this period of crazy work i might just treat myself...enough to stop my femininity from whipping my bare Clitty to a frazzle..especially this passing weekend due to fatigue i sprawled into a crumpled heap,as i rested from the giant penny on my back..a glass of Chardonnay or two was the muster of it all.
I should have been in deepest darkest Manchester as the demons draw out in the night sky, to play with a Dark Master who has a lust for every hole available,in the most dankest of terms and conditions....and so i sigh,a sigh of not so much sadness for i can live on the memory of the last episode when things went squelch under his service...HA...then onward only twenty more days..!!and life returns to go BOO...perhaps i should burn the candle at both ends..i can hear them..yes yes...drat...
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You absolutely MUST treat yourself. Nothing else will do. Looking forward to your return sweetie.