She was distracted because she wondered while watching TV..."How in the hell does Mitt Romney know about 'a black man's sag' and 'gay men
getting colonics and prostate massages'."
It drove her mad thinking about them that she ran through busy rush hour traffic ten hectic times hoping for a suicidal conclusion that never realized...but she figured out that maybe she is a gotdamm super hero and maybe there IS money in that.
Little did she know, she had a latex allergy and developed a rash over every inch of her body, including her labia majora, which she had always prided herself on due to their enormous size.
She dreamt of handbalancing for the Cirque Du Soleil ...doing horribly at it yet the weekly audiences adored her for they thought it was all a part of the show.
Yet her ultimate dream was to have the partner she had in Ballet class who lifted her overhead and simultaneously diddled her clit and made her cum in buckets back in her bed to taste his cum for one more night.
Waking up suddenly, she realized that all that had been written so far was part of dream and would be soon forgotten as she prepared for the day ahead.
Yet her electronic satisfier would only satiate her for that one time only, and she quickly made haste in pursuing her ballet baller to quench the hunger in her awaiting quim.
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