Having friends.

The Vet really is my best friend here these days. I’m gonna miss him when he’s gone.

Over dinner tonight he told me of his plans. It almost felt like he was searching my face, hoping I’d respond, but I didn’t.

Now we’re at a new bar by his house talking and laughing as usual. He’s on call so he’s behaving himself; I am too.

It’s gonna be sad when when he’s gone.

Hiee.
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A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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