Butthole?

Oh, heeeyyyy.

I got out of the shower this morning to an anxious PG.

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Recall that yesterday I told him I’d send some butthole pics this weekend. He did not forget. I sent him two photos that I considered mediocre at best, but he was thrilled. THRILLED.

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I had no idea just how desperate and demented this boy is. It must be exhausting to live in a lie like he does. How long can he manage this? Married to someone he calls “Psycho” and obsessed with a slut (me, duh) and her fat ass…something’s gotta give eventually. I mean, live your life, girl, but this doesn’t seem sustainable.

Since he is back on the piss train again (Ew, David! Incidentally, in this clip at around 0:23 is the notification I have on my phone for e-mails: “Oh my god. Ew, David!” No, PG’s name is not David.), I asked when would be the next time he visits me and he said, “Hopefully Friday.” Yep. Here’s hoping, but believe me, he will be screened for signs and symptoms of infection with coronavirus before he puts a finger on me or a peen inside of me.

PG (surprise!) then asked for more photos of me (and my butthole) today. Ugh. I just don’t get the same thrill from taking photos of myself that I once did, but I agreed. In the interim, I sent him two photos of my face that I took this morning. There’s nothing to do here, so I played around with some Snapchat filters with sparkles and confetti. I wore minimal makeup: mascara and red lipstick…nothing fancy at all. I did do my hair, but was unimpressed with the outcome. No one other than me would realize that my hair didn’t do what I wanted it to do, though.

Being more or less stuck at home for now, I felt like I needed to wear a big and cozy cream-colored sweater. It is a turtleneck. It is not sexy at all, but it sparked something in PG. “Are you in that sweater now?” he asked. I replied, “Yes.” He requested pictures of me in the sweater (with no bottoms on, of course) and I had to laugh. That was my exact plan even before he mentioned the sweater. It really is weird to me that we sometimes share the same thoughts, despite our very limited contact. Oh, here is the sweater. No, this is not me.

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I’m feeling kind of good about myself today. Thank you, Plane Guy!

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It is 2:22 PM right now and he just texted again: “Really turned on by those” and I have to wonder what he is doing while looking at the pics? Is he with Orangina? Grocery shopping? At a park? Sitting at an airport?

There’s your daily dose of PG. Maybe I’ll have a REAL update next week!

…and always remember: Ho is life, y’all!

Sluttily yours,
Honeytoes
#notesfromaslut #honeytoes #hoislife

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