Duffel board, potato chorizo and con quedso dip


Yellow parrot bong. A penny pincher- last night’s bowl. Coughing fit. A cherry Jolly Rancher saves throat. Grigio is an acquired taste yet filtered water taste Fucking Amazing. DD in my face. I’m being stripped of clothes.  Oddly, I did want a cock but he had no condom- why is that?! This is why I wanted my toy bag.

At one point I thought it was Harley Quinn above me. Well the party ended when I bled on the sheet. Final confirmation he is rather controlling and pretty uptight. Small fingers, small hands. Actually, she was even smaller. I have an inch and half on the Irish girl from the Bahamas. Mr. IT software engineer from New Jersey and very much a smart ass.  
Chips dipped in horseradish mayo ranch prime chophouse sauce. Granola and Reese’s PB cup to follow. I’m stoned.

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