Someone sent me this email. Apparently, they deleted their account. I'm pretty easy going, up front and honest about whether or not I'd like to pursue any type of association. Some people are really mean. Can you believe someone actually said this to lil ole me? 

"whats up ya fuckin cunt? you still bustin mens balls and acting like youre available when your not. fuck you"

How vulgar. I mean I love the word cunt . . . to pieces, but not when it's coming from behind the curtain with your tail between your legs. I was right about him. Always listen to your gut instinct.

Someone actually sent me a picture of his face superimposed on a body that just finished climbing some digital desert mountain . . . complete with digital people in the background! Digital desert... digital people . . . digital sky . . . digital body . . . the face I don't know . . . but let's say digital too.

I'm an analog girl stuck in a digital world. 

Where's my peter peter pumpkin eater? Where's my pumpkin shell?

Humph.

Pienso qué no está aqui. Nope.

Time keeps on ticking . . . into the futuuure . . .

I had this odd premonition: take down the pix.

I listened to my instinct.

"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."

                                                                   - Mahatma Ghandi

Guess what you ghouls, goblins, bitches and sluts?

I'M WINNNNNIIIIIIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!!

WIIIINNNNNINGGG!

(oh, and please stop with the "womone" jokes . . . it's SOOO OVER. You're not WINNING if you come at me with a "womone" joke.)

LMAO. I just read a profile of a man who says he is with a "womone" that is not into what he's into.

I mean, even if English is not your first language, the word woman is one of those first words you learn to spell. You may even use womans to mean women; this is acceptable if, and only if, English is not your first language, and you've only had about a year's worth of English classes. But, "WOMONE?" LMAO. HA HA HA HA.

That takes the whole effen cake. 

I'm gonna start calling myself a WOMONE. LMAO.

Black, lace demi cup bra with matching open bottom girdle. Garter belts unattached swaying softly on my butt and thighs. Pussy powdered fresh. No panties. An A-line dress with flowing skirt: no constriction of movement. Powder here. A dash of perfume there. He was handsomely dressed. Casually elegant. Striking. Kiss on both cheeks. Olive green velvet seats with high backs. "You'd look lovely handcuffed to these." Smile. He held my hand for a short moment as we spoke, then moved to where we could sit closer and he'd have a better view. Slight touch to the knee. Open up. I slid back into the chair with ease. He lifted my skirt. Slight touch to the other knee. Open up. The cold air on my warm, moist lips. "What a beautiful cunt. Stay still."  Smile.   Raspberries, Chocolate and Caramel bathed in the sweet tingle of the Macallan. The warmth in my cunt heightens. He pulls down at my sweater to expose my breast. My nipple grows hard. He motions for the server. Sitting still, my breath quickens. I sip slowly. Walking along the corridors of the historic landmark now, commenting on its elegance and history, he motioned for me to go inside a door that was slightly ajar. It was damp. He put his warm tongue in my mouth. With his strong hand on my shoulder I slid down to his cock. I nibbled and twirled it into my mouth. O p e n w i d e for more cock . . . in . . . side . . . my . . . g a p i n g mouth. It's flesh-sweet and dense. Growing. Yum. I take some more. A mouthful and more of his creme filled dark meat. It stiffens more, and starts up in my mouth . . . opening wider for it to pour down my throat. Sliding down tasting of raspberries and cum. Down. . . down . . . down  down my tongue and throat; a drop falls on my bust. Oh no! I want it all. He cups my tit in his hand, brings it up to my mouth, and I lift it off with the tip of my tongue. Every last drop. Mine. He  shows me my pretty brown nip, and then, hard bite to the nipple. (whimper) Smile. Kiss. kiss. "Good girl."