Ready for My Cake!

Okay, so the online dating scene was a bit of a bust this year.  Perhaps it was my joining one of the sites that is notorious for having plenty of shit instead of fish, is what send ne over the edge.   I’m not sure.

Perhaps in a couple of months I’ll be ready to get back in the trenches and of course, with plenty of armor.  Maybe I’ll venture to the other side and leave the brothers alone.

Better yet, maybe I just need some time to strategize a little better. 

So as these last few days of 2012 come to a close, I figured I may as well bid a farewell to this year the same way I brought it in -moaning, groaning and climaxing.

Is it Rescue?   Did I finally give in to his advances?   Will it be Good on Paper?   Our last session ended with him saying “let’s just get married”.  Nope.

My all-star d on demand hero.

Our birthdays are only hours apart so why not celebrate together.   He’s single, I’m single.  He licks good, I suck good.  He knows my spots, I know his.  He’s bringing the condoms, I’ve got the drawer full of toys.

Aye Papi!!!  I’m ready for my birthday cake- icing and all.

Fuck a cure, a girl’s got needs right now.

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