Good morning you sexy ass stack of hard dicks, rise and grin..
Added 2024-01-21 14:12:01 +0000 UTCGood morning you sexy ass stack of hard dicks, rise and grind as they say. So many people sending me well wishes, which is cool, but I don’t wake each day thinking I’ll act like a pussy and wallow in my misery. I wake each day thinking I’m going to use my pussy to make someone’s hard cock my bitch. Let the games begin. Yes. I feel better, not all the way but good enough to fuck Ryan so hard he will transform into a sniveling little troll begging me to touch his cock again. And I might do that if he is willing to lick his own sperm out of my pussy. Today is the day I officially start making Ryan my errand bitch. I think he will like it. How long will it take? I don’t know, but what I do know is it will happen. Sounds fun. At least it does for me. He has been my sexual equal for too long. Time to push him down the pyramid of sexual equality till he is at a level I find acceptable.
I caught Scott on his phone last night. He was on it for 2 hours before I said something. He is sitting in his chair, staring at his screen. I asked him if he wanted a hand job. He immediately said yes. I told him he should have asked me an hour and a half ago. I would have jerked the sperm right out of his balls. Seriously I would have. So, no hand job for him. I’m trying to condition him to be more present with me and not his phone. It’s starting to annoy me the amount of time he stares at his phone. It’s not even porn which would make me feel better if it was. But I must remember that we all are not the same and like-minded. I always have something I want to do. Be it slipping your dick in my guts or figuring out how to cut concrete with a saw. It is one of the main reasons I never wanted to drink or do drugs. I have stuff I want to do, and getting high gets in the way of that. And I know that part of me annoys him. I am a never-ending project. Still, I can’t help it. Watching him sit there and flip through his phone all night is like nails on a chalkboard. Maybe I’m just needy…an attention whore, but whatever it is, I just can’t help it. It bugs me. I’m oversharing. I’ll stop. It’s weird, I see all of you as a single person when I write these things. Like I’m talking to my best friend. I’m still oversharing. Anyway, I have to run someone to the airport, then start working on turning Ryan into the sexual bitch I now want him to be, and then I’ll get back on and let you know how that goes!
