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My cunt smells and tastes like cinnamon sugar today. How does this happen, and how do I keep it this way?

I worry that I’m not fucked up enough for him anymore.

In other news, I’m just a hot ending away from finishing the second installment of my literotica piece. Maybe I’ll work on it after my shower. Sex scenes are harder to write than one would think.

Is there anything better than screaming hot water and a high pressure shower head?

No really, is there? Because I’d hit that.

twitter.

Having such a weird morning. I feel out of place. It didn’t help that I logged into my old twitter account and read all my old tweets. Nobody should ever do that. Twitter should make you fill out a psychological questionnaire before allowing anyone to do that.

“Before we allow you to view your old tweets, please answer these questions regarding your current mental health.”

real life.

I just realized something this morning.

In the span of four short years, (and if you’re over thirty you know how short four years is) my father passed away, I got pregnant (surprise!!), left my husband of 9 years, and got remarried to a man with three teenagers. Holy fuck.

So why don’t I feel like Super Woman? I stopped binge drinking, something something that started 8 years ago. Stopped smoking pot… I used to smoke several times a day. But I mostly just feel like an over stressed mess.

humiliation.

Humiliation is my favorite form of punishment.

It reads, I am a lippy bitch. I like to snap at Master.