So, I saw the preview for this porn the other day. James Deen carrying out a really cute girl’s (his girlfriend in the video) fantasy to be abducted and tortured. It’s a fantasy I have, enacted by a man I adore.
Me gusta.
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Quiet-time.
My schedule lately has just been beyond intense. Deadline after deadline, commitment after commitment. Tonight, with the tiniest gap in my workload, I’m taking a break to just breathe.
Lately, I’ve been having nightmares about being discovered. They feel incredibly real. I wake up feeling unsettled and anxious. This doesn’t bode well.
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” – Zelda Fitzgerald.
She’s smiling because she’s gotten exactly what she wants.
And to think, at your last hotel, all you found on your bed was a mint.
Would someone just…please?
“She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or, indeed, anything else.” – Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex.
Hm. I’m feeling crafty.