“Most times it all comes out wrong. I don’t know the words, but I’ll hum along. There’s nothing familiar here anymore to anyone or anything enough to feel alive.”
when is it my turn to be blessed with an emotionally intelligent man who telepathically understands my obnoxious mood swings and inherited generational trauma
Another thing that would fix me would me would be having one of those cool leather harnesses that show of my huge ass and tiny tits and girl cock and then be paraded around and ogled and fawned over both a bunch of subs and some. The dims can be mean while the subs make cute noises as they can’t help but grind their minds away begging for a kiss, or a lick, or any crumb of my body.