So, no dick. So I went to Floor and Decor. While I was there..
Added 2024-03-01 00:48:33 +0000 UTCSo, no dick. So I went to Floor and Decor. While I was there, I found a bad-ass-looking dude pushing tiles around. So I worked him. I worked him hard. I might as well have just said, "Dude, can I please just suck your balls empty of any sperm that may be in them?" I didn't say that, but it was close. Didn't work, though. He asked for my number. Fuck. I would have given him a lot more than my number. I would have fucked him in the parking lot. Really. I would have. In fact, I hinted around at that while he was helping me load my truck. Nope. He wasn't having it. So off I went. Got some tile, but apparently, they were fresh out of cock. It made me feel old until my phone rang and he called me. He said he just wanted to make sure I didn't give him a bogus phone number. I guess that's a thing. Here's the problem. He lives in Sanford, which is where Floor and Dcor is. That is a solid hour's drive. I don't drive an hour for dick dates that would happen once every other week. I don't want to fuck him on the regular. I just wanted fuck him right then and there. Get my rocks off, get a load of jizz in my guts or down my throat, and then finger myself using his jizz as lube all the way home. Maybe I'll see you, maybe I won't. I'll let you know when I'm cumming back to Sanford, which won't be all that often. So, bummer for me.
Who knows what or who put Sanford on the map? George Zimmerman. His case was national news for months.
My clit is huge. I can't stop touching it. That might be why I'm so ready to open my legs for anything long and hard. I should learn to leave it alone. I just can't, though. It's so...perfect and fun to touch!
It offends me when people get easily offended. Is there a support group for that?
I know a chick named Ruth. She told me how she fell off her boyfriend's motorcycle during last year's Bike Week, and he kept going. I thought about it for a second and said that he was "Ruthless."
