I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to write this. I’m not a poet, and I feel like I’d have to be one to impress upon you what last Sunday was like for me. I feel like to convey how sexy it was I’d have to tell a story…
For sale, to Good Home.
I was going to hold off on writing on this topic until I had a new job (still working on that) cause I’m not after sympathy, I just want to discuss submissiveness and and depression. Not that there is a connection or even a correlation between the two, but since there are 18.8…