Believe it or not, he even tried to man up and stand-up to me today (so adorable!). Indian xxx “good. “Wider bitch”, and again he obeyed. N. Dear Diary,
So I molested stupidname again. A yurt? I wondered momentarily if he’d take it out for me if I told him to — his dick I mean — but that wasn’t today’s plan and I didn’t have time to go too far off script with all the time we burnt between backtalk and positioning. It was quiet, but exquisite, I nearly bit my bottom lip bloody. Dang boy.. It’s a pretty great feeling. You’re not going to let me claim your mouth yesterday and then use it today to talk your way out of anything. I mean I can empathize. Duely noted, (I mean someone really ought to be writing this shit down). I’m looking forward to getting coffee with him tomorrow. Probably still with tears in his eyes and a tent in his pants.
