Nothing Wrong With Being a Good Slut

esomyvpuWelcome back, friends, for my very first new penis in an entire week. I know! Fucking nuts! Rights?? It is what it is. After an entire six days spent side-saddling my mattress for comfort and a relief from nausea… I finally got a little dick.

 

Okay, that’s complete bullshit. It certainly was not a LITTLE DICK at all. It was a small penis when he first pulled it out, but it certainly proved to be almost more than I could truly handle. Sad, huh? Not what you expected to hear? 

 

Perhaps I was just a little fatigued yesterday, and just happy to be back. I was super psyched to just finally be getting some. I think my mouth far outweighed my stomach. Literally. 

 

But he was sexy and sweet with lots of good meat. I must have sucked that man’s flesh forever. So much so, that I could feel the difference in my usual energy. I guess it takes a few days for that to return after an illness.

 

Whatever the situation, I’ve gotta work things out. Rent is on the way. And I’m still fucking horny.

 

What would I even do if I wasn’t an escort? I’d be a sloppy azz slut, I’m sure. Not that that would be so bad. I certainly have played that role many times before. But this one seems to take care of me a little bit better.

 

I do lead a pretty lonely life. I prayed forever to get this damn dog. We were truly brought together by fate. He needed me, and I needed him.

It’s still difficult at times. Especially when your ill. I wanted my Mama bad. I know that sounds crazy. When I get sick, really sick, I want my Mommy. When I was a little kid, she would stroke my head, give me Sprite and chicken noodle soup, and it was the most affection and tender loving care than I’m used to. And, when I was sick, she always got me through it. I don’t recall being sick very often.

So, of course I called my Mom. She came running with some food (which I couldn’t eat) and lots of well wishes also. Oh, and tons of her special kind of tender loving care. She doted on me for countless minutes, but it meant everything. And as you see, I’m healthy and well today. Go Mama!

Now, back to this dick situation. I need some. I’d like to have one a little bit more my size, but whatever. All dick is good dick. That’s not true at all. Most dick is good dick. Okay some dick is good dick. The point is… That’s what I need… Some. I think you’re getting it.

 
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