Getting lint in my fucking HAIR?
And not just a little bit, my fucking hair looks blue with all the fucking lint in it.
He changed his fucking sheets.
THAT pissed me off.
So I'm going to be nice and buy him sheets because I refuse to put up with fucking lint in my hair.
Once I get over my pissivity at having to re-wash my hair(even though its not due for a wash until Wednesday), I'll dish on the most mind-blowing sex ever.
This fool decided mid-blow job that he was going to: use his yoga contraption, my bondage tape, a blindfold, and a pillow to pretty much arrange a meeting with White Jesus because I've never had anyone take me over the edge of sanity like that before.
I was in tears.
Yep.
Incredible.
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