Come on, y’all. I’m joking. I was not being held captive, as one of my friends joked in her slightly panicked texts to me. Sheesh. I was not joking about the "face down, ass up" bit, though. I started this post on my flight home (the LAS-ORD leg) and I am happy to report that… Continue reading Captivity: Day 2 – Face down, ass up
Yes, this is another oldie previously posted on the other site. Since I haven't see PG in a hot minute (Booooo! You whore!), this is all I have to work with, y'all. Jesus, I need some #peen. Oh, wait...I'll be getting that this weekend...Here's the old post from my 22Jan17 visit - the last one… Continue reading Flashback: 22-Jan-2017 – In your colander?!
I mean. Y'all. I - I - I - I mean...Holy. Flaming. Shit nipples. *sigh* Okay, calm down, Honeytoes. Let's just breathe here. *sigh* Oh. Wait. Before we get into this, let me just give you a little interesting piece of information about today. If you don't already hate PG, this ought to seal the… Continue reading Surprise, surprise, surprise!
Yes, the title is a reference to Air Supply. Shut up. My Plane Guy was in rare form tonight. Rare. And yes, I said MY Plane Guy. He asked me to show up looking like a total whore, per usual. I obliged by wearing glitter on my eyelids (because a ho loves glitter more than… Continue reading Flashback: 23-May-2017 – Love and other bruises
While sitting at the pool on a fine July 4th morning in the shade of my cabana (and basking in the day-after-you-got-fucked glow), I remembered that Man Bun told me the previous night that he'd be available again if I was interested. Dare I have him again two nights in a row? Yes, I dared.… Continue reading All the better to bite you with, my dear
I woke up today remembering just a few things about my evening with PG. Let me share these tidbits with you. Every time I leave, he always hugs me and tells me to be careful driving home and that I should text him the minute I do get home. Yesterday was no exception. While I… Continue reading Update to my last post