There are all these people doing shit in their houses these days. Doing shit that isn't about getting some man meat pushed inside of me to much glee and enthusiasm on the receiving end. These people can like work from anywhere because they do shit in their houses that counts as work. And these fuckers can go live out in the woods if they want and can do jobs just doing shit inside their houses. Quite something. It makes me want to get my vulva bronzed
I knew this stud once who had, seriously, a kahzakstrami sausage hanging between his legs and that was something to get into, believe me.
There is just this thing that bothers me about people doing shit inside their houses. That is supposed to be for sex and date night and pulling in little kids off the street and sexually taunting them so that they grow up with a warped sense of their own sexuality. Much fun. But all this starts to go away when people start doing work shit in their houses. Where do you go? The pub? The bowling alley? God, they make you put on those shoes that have been worn by people going back to the 1950s when apparently bowling was considered cool by youths. Now, I think not so much. Press "1" if you agree.
I'll go to bed now and ponder this, with my silky lace teddy gliding along my intensely smooth skin.
Imagine it. Doing shit in your house. For work. Far out.
Gotta go do some late night "counseling" here at the camp. Oh, what things I will teach these impressionable youths...