Wow, long time without humpy hump

NOT. So busy humping I’ve had not time to post. I can’t walk. I just lay on my back and let the man slam bam. Am I saving the world? no.

Is this productive? I think so. I’m not doing anything bad for the environment, I’m minimally using materials and recycling what little I do use. I spend most of my time exercising, doing volunteer work, and getting fu*ked constantly by my stud muffin.

I can’t save the world, but I’m doing my part to make it nice, and I’m happy and I spread that happiness with the few people I interact with. There’d be more but mostly my ‘free’ time is spent getting something jammed up my pussy and making me happy. If everyone had several orgasms per day, war would not be an option.

Wandering aimlessly

What new silly thing could I set my sights on?

Everybody is already naked on the web, so my gorgeous tanned engorged boobies won’t be anything new and unusual. There’s tons of good or gross sex sites, even some where the oddest of odd things are inserted in various orifices. I guess I could just be dull and boring.

Sigh. Maybe I’ll become a wet nurse.

Not nice

So  a few friends are offended by my explicit details. Well, too bad, I’ve get fans, and maybe this is what I was meant to do.

If not, well, I’ll find that out soon enough. Meanwhile, I search for accessible roofs, or is it rooves?

Well, fine, disappear

My pics disappeared. I think I know why, but still, it’s annoying because I’m so damn cute. Really, I am.

Mango sorbet

It’s better than sex, it’s better than fried chicken, it’s better than chocolate cherry ice cream, although that’s pretty close.

I hate pizza, temporarily

Last night I had the misfortune of dropping extremely hot pizza between my breasts. Straight out of the microwave and floop! practically leaped into the cleavage. It was a very big piece.

Hot cheese! It’s worse than melting plastic. Shrieking, I danced around the kitchen trying to reach down and extract the slippery blisteringly hot cheese, some of which I got and some of which proceeded to be forced down further. AHHHHH, my stomach is on fire. I pulled my shirt out of my sweat pants, hoping the offending mess would fall to the floor, some did, but some managed to get into my sweat pants also. But by now it was just annoyingly hot, not burning hot, so no naughty bits got roasted.

The cat totally freaked out and ran around the living room. I spent the rest of the evening using cold compresses on various spots and watching the Food Network,and wouldn’t you know, they had a program on pizza!
I’m into some S and M, but I don’t think I’ll ever use pizza again, mistakenly or deliberately, to get off. I might just only eat cold pizza for breakfast from now on.

SUCCUMB or be succumbed

Not to be confused with succubus. Relax, let me take you in. Shhhhh.