Apr 19
I spent hours earlier building up in my head exactly which part of which book to slowly reread as I have a little afternoon delight {I’m old, the saying still works, shut up}.
You know those posts that float around that kindly remind you to charge your toys??
My favvy fav died right at the pentacle. The tippy top. The tingles flooding to my fingers and toes. It’s just. right. there. Then, suddenly, full stop. It was so jarring, so stupidly silent, that I literally groancried aloud as the orgasm completely vanished. Mother. fucking. poof.
So friends: CHARGE YOUR GODDAMN TOYS please and thank you.
