Meme-mail.

Dear Slut on Display:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it When I tripped on sesame seeds In your apartment and I saw you Sit on My penpal in Ghana. I'm sure you're Scarred enough to understand That I get turned on by garbage men. I'm returning Your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep Your left ear as a memory. You should also know that I Told in my confession today about A passionate interest for mice.

Good luck on your short term leave from jail,
-lolli-

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I'm great.

Hey, so I'm pretty great. Here's why:

1. I make up songs all the time and only some of them are about wieners.
2. I do little dances when I hear songs in commercials.
3. I like Alan Rickman.
4. My hair is touchable and soft.
5. I show people all my shoes, and say why I like them.
6. My cats think I'm pretty cool. Or so they said.
7. I get jazzed when the Free Credit Report.com commercials come on.
8. I comment on the production value of all TV movies at length.
9. I have a library card and once had a forty-five dollar overdue fine. Take that, reading!!
10. I can weld but I don't brag about it.
11. I make executive decisions about what parts of my hoo to shave and then I work it.
12. I make up words (like 'jubbles' to describe my belly).
    

That'll do for know. I just wanted you to have some qualifications for reading this blog...you know, in case you were like, Who the fuck IS this broad?

Inside that counts.

Papu has taken to eating my pussy. He puts me down on the bed with only a tee on and spreads my legs. He lays with his head on my thigh and touches my lips, first gently, then searchingly. He finds my clit, pinches until its button head rests like a trembling honey bee in a circlet of petals. He closes his lips and tongue around it and suckles. It feels incredible and I push my pussy against his teeth without thinking.

He spends along time with my cunt in his mouth, licking and sucking and flicking over every part. I am so content. The glow of the bedroom lights around us, the tiptoe pressure of his fingers peeking and pulling. He really looks at me. I feel so vulnerable and connected. He spreads my lips and watches his fingers push into my holes, silky webs of wetness glisten on his hands. He kisses my thighs, talks to me; I can feel his breath. And when he watches, I get this euphoric shiver through out my body, spreading across my chest and neck and belly like a blush.


I want him to see inside me. I want him to be curious. I want him to know every part.