Correspondence Hall of Shame, 11/15
It’s been forever since I did one of these. The tidbits of idiocy are coming fewer and farther between these days; I suppose I should be grateful, huh? After all, I’ve seen enough of this nonsense to last a lifetime! But still, I miss doing this column. Everything’s a trade-off, I suppose.
No, no, and no. And how does one “can over,” anyway?
This was a comment to a photo on FetLife where it was quite clear that I’d enjoyed my spanking:
Poor dear. Apparently you don’t know where it’s coming from, because no woman who’s ever been with you has experienced any noticeable dampness. I’d explain it to you, but really, I can’t be bothered. 🙂
Good to know. I don’t want to play with dead people.
(sigh) Yet another one who doesn’t get the concept of topping and bottoming. You want to orally please me? Stop talking.
An exchange on Alt last night:
Him: You’ve done films?
Me: You mean spanking videos? Yes, many.
Him: Ever play a baby?
Um. OK, I’m fully aware that there is an Adult Baby fetish. But me playing a baby wouldn’t be suspending disbelief — it would be blowing it to smithereens. I think I’d be the first AB with age spots and an AARP card.
And finally, my favorite. From a 22-year-old.
Crusty? Crusty?? Well, butter my buns and call me sourdough.
Thank you for the offer. If I ever have the mad desire to get diddled for about 30 seconds (because that’s how long your young wiener will last), I’ll let you know.
So Hell Week is over. Things are a bit better. After spending a combined $2600 on my tooth and my car, I was extremely grateful when John, bless his heart, insisted on paying for the root canal. Speaking of which, it still hurts like hell and I can’t chew on that side, but that will fade after a while. And yesterday, my spirits were lifted greatly when I had a nice long girlie lunch with Alex and SpankCake. I really do need more in-person girlfriend time; I forget just how special and nurturing it is. ♥
Have a great weekend, y’all.