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Slept hard and woken up scarred.
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Chihuahua in my pants
Friday night. Bedtime. Rissa wriggles spasmodically under her blankets. “I’ve got something in my pants!” Sigh. “What do you have in your pants?” “A sliver or something!” “A sliver? How can you have a sliver?” “I don’t know, maybe from the dance studio.” Stalling. She is stalling the bedtime process. “Just ignore it.” “Ignore it?!?…
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
“Heather! Heather! Wake up!!!” I startled awake, feeling tears on my cheeks. I was crying? Why was I crying? “It’s okay… It’s okay…” It all came flooding back. “Oh David… David I had the most wonderful dream!” “You did? But if it was wonderful, why are you cyring?” “Our new house had a split-level basement!”…
Slept hard and woken up scarred.
With the maximum recommend dosage of Tylenol and Naproxen in my system to combat the migraine spike in my right eye, I collapse back into bed. I adjust the cold beanbag on the back of my neck and another over my eyes. Two and a half hours later, I awake pain-free and ready to head…
Free boobs with page views…
Yes, folks, you too may purchase your very own boob juggling set! Includes 3 breasts for the true juggling experience!* I think that I may have acquired a new audience for my blog. Teenaged boys. Any post that I have with the word boobs in the title ends up with ridiculously more page views. My…
Fetish Night in Middle Earth
“Is there such a thing as ‘Cosplay?’ ” I ask. David raises an eyebrow. We’re still lying in bed, the alarm has just gone off. He yawns. “Uhhhhh…. yeah. Costume Play. Like people who dress up from Star Trek or Anime or Marvel characters.” “I was having this dream last night and it was all…
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Chihuahua in my pants
Friday night. Bedtime. Rissa wriggles spasmodically under her blankets. “I’ve got something in my pants!” Sigh. “What do you have in your pants?” “A sliver or something!” “A sliver? How can you have a sliver?” “I don’t know, maybe from the dance studio.” Stalling. She is stalling the bedtime process. “Just ignore it.” “Ignore it?!?…
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
“Heather! Heather! Wake up!!!” I startled awake, feeling tears on my cheeks. I was crying? Why was I crying? “It’s okay… It’s okay…” It all came flooding back. “Oh David… David I had the most wonderful dream!” “You did? But if it was wonderful, why are you cyring?” “Our new house had a split-level basement!”…
Slept hard and woken up scarred.
With the maximum recommend dosage of Tylenol and Naproxen in my system to combat the migraine spike in my right eye, I collapse back into bed. I adjust the cold beanbag on the back of my neck and another over my eyes. Two and a half hours later, I awake pain-free and ready to head…
Free boobs with page views…
Yes, folks, you too may purchase your very own boob juggling set! Includes 3 breasts for the true juggling experience!* I think that I may have acquired a new audience for my blog. Teenaged boys. Any post that I have with the word boobs in the title ends up with ridiculously more page views. My…
Fetish Night in Middle Earth
“Is there such a thing as ‘Cosplay?’ ” I ask. David raises an eyebrow. We’re still lying in bed, the alarm has just gone off. He yawns. “Uhhhhh…. yeah. Costume Play. Like people who dress up from Star Trek or Anime or Marvel characters.” “I was having this dream last night and it was all…
Parched in the Sahara
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