It’s Friday night. The wine has been opened. Dinner is done. The music has started.
We are fucking exhausted, but determined to be able to celebrate Friday night like the rest of the universe.
The weird thing is that we are really morning people. But if we play in the morning, it’s really easy to fuck away the whole day. It’s sugaring season. We can’t afford to fuck the day away. Damn it.
He has the heaters running in the bedroom. He told me that, hours ago, and my pussy’s been twitching ever since.
I just hope we don’t just fall asleep.
When did we get so old?
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So, how did the sugaring off go??
Sometimes it is just shear hell to be in the normal world
Warren,
Owner of morningstar