Discommbobulated

It’s been awhile since I’ve written about my naughty experiences. Life shows up which ties my hands up into the the normalcy of what cums my way. I could bore you with my vanilla lifestyle but I won’t.  If you want to know that part of me drop me a email. Don’t anticipate me to answer. I triage each contact. If I think it suits me then I will answer. Not to be snobby but I do revel in well educated questions. Not necessarily book educated but one who thinks outside the box. Speaking of boxes. The last email I received was from a kinky individual who wanted to see my box. Up close and personal. Not my style. It’s okay with me if others enjoy sharing their pinkness on video. I actually get very moist watching a very sexy snapshot of a lovely well groomed snatch getting fingered. For me, if I feel safe, I will definitely shared an orgasmic moment with a freaky friend. Don’t think a drive by masturbation session qualifies as a green light into my most private parts. That’s takes trust and mutual consent. Anyways blah blah blah. For those that know me. You know where I’m cumming from.