As I have mentioned in previous posts, I take my responsibility as BJ Queen rather seriously. If I don’t treat my royal subjects properly, I will find myself reigning over an unruly populace with a bad case of blue balls. Continue reading
Casual sex ain’t for pussies.
Scratch that. Casual sex is totally for pussies, but only if your pussy isn’t still linked by its pussy umbilical cord to your heart. Continue reading
(This post is a continuation of Part I)
I opened the hotel door with my right hand as I tried to keep the towel from slipping off my body with the left. A. entered with a couple small black bags and two wooden poles with hooks on each end — spreader bars. Damn, he just carried those right through the hotel lobby?
“Did you have a nice flight?” was what I apparently decided to open with. I’m not sure there were any better options, but still, I felt stupid saying it. Continue reading