It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza.  The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying.  I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.

Then, it happened.  I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee.  He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie.  He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe.  Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly.  Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.

Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle.  I have testicles!

Oh happy day! No more periods!

But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator.  How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother.  She would often hallucinate.  My vibrator brings back memories!

Terrifying, disturbing memories.  The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok.  This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.

Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with myself?  I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back.  My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest.  The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss  droppin the soap.

Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.

"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"

With that, Rick stared at my naked companion, my left testicle, and shrieked like a pterodactyl.  He jumped on my friend, shaved his forehead and told us, "eyebrows are overrated!"

Gently, he began plucking his own, saying, "I have discovered the wonders beneath my eyebrows."  I couldn't help wishing he would stop dropping hair on my beloved restraints.  If my back was waxed my psychiatrist would be very keen to analyze my relationships and tie me to train tracks. Instead, he tied my eyebrow hairs together to make a pretty necklace. That scared me.

Then, I farted!  Rick likes farts. All day Rick would stand and sniff his farts. Being vegan I felt compelled to share with him a dinner of beans! Magical fruit! mercy me, I can't believe the smell that comes from beneath the table at dinner! 

"Your testicles are filled with hate!  And I hate testicles that are red with envy!" Rick yelled ferociously

So I grabbed my hair dryer from beside the vibrator that had been recently used...wait it smelled... smelled like sex. not just any....like Mom's...ehhh!!!!! The thought haunted me as I pointed the dryer at poor Rick.  Absinthe had been how we met,

It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza.  The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying.  I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.

Then, it happened.  I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee.  He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie.  He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe.  Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly.  Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.

Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle.  I have testicles!

Oh happy day! No more periods!

But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator.  How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother.  She would often hallucinate.  My vibrator brings back memories!

Terrifying, disturbing memories.  The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok.  This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.

Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with myself?  I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back.  My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest.  The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss  droppin the soap.

Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.

"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"

With that, Rick stared at my naked companion, my left testicle, and shrieked like a pterodactyl.  He jumped on my friend, shaved his forehead and told us, "eyebrows are overrated!"

Gently, he began plucking his own, saying, "I have discovered the wonders beneath my eyebrows."  I couldn't help wishing he would stop dropping hair on my beloved restraints.  If my back was waxed my psychiatrist would be very keen to analyze my relationships and tie me to train tracks. Instead, he tied my eyebrow hairs together to make a pretty necklace. That scared me.

Then, I farted!  Rick likes farts. All day Rick would stand and sniff his farts. Being vegan I felt compelled to share with him a dinner of beans! Magical fruit! mercy me, I can't believe the smell that comes from beneath the table at dinner! 

"Your testicles are filled with hate!  And I hate testicles that are red with envy!" Rick yelled ferociously

So I grabbed my hair dryer from beside the vibrator that had been recently used...wait it smelled... smelled like sex. not just any....like Mom's...ehhh!!!!! The thought haunted me as I pointed the dryer at poor Rick.  Absinthe had been how we met, last month at a skating rink.
Greenfairy skating night

It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza.  The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying.  I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.

Then, it happened.  I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee.  He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie.  He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe.  Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly.  Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.

Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle.  I have testicles!

Oh happy day! No more periods!

But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator.  How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother.  She would often hallucinate.  My vibrator brings back memories!

Terrifying, disturbing memories.  The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok.  This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.

Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with myself?  I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back.  My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest.  The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss  droppin the soap.

Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.

"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"

With that, Rick stared at my naked companion, my left testicle, and shrieked like a pterodactyl.  He jumped on my friend, shaved his forehead and told us, "eyebrows are overrated!"

Gently, he began plucking his own, saying, "I have discovered the wonders beneath my eyebrows."  I couldn't help wishing he would stop dropping hair on my beloved restraints.  If my back was waxed my psychiatrist would be very keen to analyze my relationships and tie me to train tracks. Instead, he tied my eyebrow hairs together to make a pretty necklace. That scared me.

Then, I farted!  Rick likes farts. All day Rick would stand and sniff his farts. Being vegan I felt compelled to share with him a dinner of beans! Magical fruit! mercy me, I can't believe the smell that comes from beneath the table at dinner! 

"Your testicles are filled with hate!  And I hate testicles that are red with envy!" Rick yelled ferociously

So I grabbed my hair dryer from beside the vibrator that had been recently used...wait it smelled... smelled like sex. not just any....like Mom's...ehhh!!!!! The thought haunted me as I pointed the dryer at poor Rick.  Absinthe had been how we met, last month at a skating rink.
Greenfairy skating night was the most sensual experience.  We used to wear

It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza.  The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying.  I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.

Then, it happened.  I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee.  He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie.  He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe.  Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly.  Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.

Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle.  I have testicles!

Oh happy day! No more periods!

But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator.  How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother.  She would often hallucinate.  My vibrator brings back memories!

Terrifying, disturbing memories.  The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok.  This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.

Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with myself?  I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back.  My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest.  The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss  droppin the soap.

Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.

"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"

With that, Rick stared at my naked companion, my left testicle, and shrieked like a pterodactyl.  He jumped on my friend, shaved his forehead and told us, "eyebrows are overrated!"

Gently, he began plucking his own, saying, "I have discovered the wonders beneath my eyebrows."  I couldn't help wishing he would stop dropping hair on my beloved restraints.  If my back was waxed my psychiatrist would be very keen to analyze my relationships and tie me to train tracks. Instead, he tied my eyebrow hairs together to make a pretty necklace. That scared me.

Then, I farted!  Rick likes farts. All day Rick would stand and sniff his farts. Being vegan I felt compelled to share with him a dinner of beans! Magical fruit! mercy me, I can't believe the smell that comes from beneath the table at dinner!

"Your testicles are filled with hate!  And I hate testicles that are red with envy!" Rick yelled ferociously

So I grabbed my hair dryer from beside the vibrator that had been recently used...wait it smelled... smelled like sex. not just any....like Mom's...ehhh!!!!! The thought haunted me as I pointed the dryer at poor Rick.  Absinthe had been how we met, last month at a skating rink.
Greenfairy skating night was the most sensual experience.  We used to wear velvet togas and long, hard dildos, which really made

It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza.  The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying.  I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.

Then, it happened.  I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee.  He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie.  He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe.  Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly.  Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.

Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle.  I have testicles!

Oh happy day! No more periods!

But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator.  How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother.  She would often hallucinate.  My vibrator brings back memories!

Terrifying, disturbing memories.  The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok.  This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.

Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with myself?  I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back.  My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest.  The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss  droppin the soap.

Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.

"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"

With that, Rick stared at my naked companion, my left testicle, and shrieked like a pterodactyl.  He jumped on my friend, shaved his forehead and told us, "eyebrows are overrated!"

Gently, he began plucking his own, saying, "I have discovered the wonders beneath my eyebrows."  I couldn't help wishing he would stop dropping hair on my beloved restraints.  If my back was waxed my psychiatrist would be very keen to analyze my relationships and tie me to train tracks. Instead, he tied my eyebrow hairs together to make a pretty necklace. That scared me.

Then, I farted!  Rick likes farts. All day Rick would stand and sniff his farts. Being vegan I felt compelled to share with him a dinner of beans! Magical fruit! mercy me, I can't believe the smell that comes from beneath the table at dinner!

"Your testicles are filled with hate!  And I hate testicles that are red with envy!" Rick yelled ferociously

So I grabbed my hair dryer from beside the vibrator that had been recently used...wait it smelled... smelled like sex. not just any....like Mom's...ehhh!!!!! The thought haunted me as I pointed the dryer at poor Rick.  Absinthe had been how we met, last month at a skating rink.
Greenfairy skating night was the most sensual experience.  We used to wear velvet togas and long, hard dildos, which really made me feel guilty. 

I love dildos,

It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza.  The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying.  I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.

Then, it happened.  I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee.  He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie.  He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe.  Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly.  Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.

Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle.  I have testicles!

Oh happy day! No more periods!

But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator.  How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother.  She would often hallucinate.  My vibrator brings back memories!

Terrifying, disturbing memories.  The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok.  This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.

Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with myself?  I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back.  My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest.  The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss  droppin the soap.

Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.

"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"

With that, Rick stared at my naked companion, my left testicle, and shrieked like a pterodactyl.  He jumped on my friend, shaved his forehead and told us, "eyebrows are overrated!"

Gently, he began plucking his own, saying, "I have discovered the wonders beneath my eyebrows."  I couldn't help wishing he would stop dropping hair on my beloved restraints.  If my back was waxed my psychiatrist would be very keen to analyze my relationships and tie me to train tracks. Instead, he tied my eyebrow hairs together to make a pretty necklace. That scared me.

Then, I farted!  Rick likes farts. All day Rick would stand and sniff his farts. Being vegan I felt compelled to share with him a dinner of beans! Magical fruit! mercy me, I can't believe the smell that comes from beneath the table at dinner!

"Your testicles are filled with hate!  And I hate testicles that are red with envy!" Rick yelled ferociously

So I grabbed my hair dryer from beside the vibrator that had been recently used...wait it smelled... smelled like sex. not just any....like Mom's...ehhh!!!!! The thought haunted me as I pointed the dryer at poor Rick.  Absinthe had been how we met, last month at a skating rink.
Greenfairy skating night was the most sensual experience.  We used to wear velvet togas and long, hard dildos, which really made me feel guilty.

I love dildos, the way they move as I jump around the

It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza.  The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying.  I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.

Then, it happened.  I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee.  He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie.  He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe.  Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly.  Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.

Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle.  I have testicles!

Oh happy day! No more periods!

But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator.  How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother.  She would often hallucinate.  My vibrator brings back memories!

Terrifying, disturbing memories.  The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok.  This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.

Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with myself?  I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back.  My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest.  The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss  droppin the soap.

Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.

"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"

With that, Rick stared at my naked companion, my left testicle, and shrieked like a pterodactyl.  He jumped on my friend, shaved his forehead and told us, "eyebrows are overrated!"

Gently, he began plucking his own, saying, "I have discovered the wonders beneath my eyebrows."  I couldn't help wishing he would stop dropping hair on my beloved restraints.  If my back was waxed my psychiatrist would be very keen to analyze my relationships and tie me to train tracks. Instead, he tied my eyebrow hairs together to make a pretty necklace. That scared me.

Then, I farted!   Rick likes farts. All day Rick would stand and sniff his farts. Being vegan I felt compelled to share with him a dinner of beans! Magical fruit! mercy me, I can't believe the smell that comes from beneath the table at dinner!

"Your testicles are filled with hate!  And I hate testicles that are red with envy!" Rick yelled ferociously

So I grabbed my hair dryer from beside the vibrator that had been recently used...wait it smelled... smelled like sex. not just any....like Mom's...ehhh!!!!! The thought haunted me as I pointed the dryer at poor Rick.  Absinthe had been how we met, last month at a skating rink.
Greenfairy skating night was the most sensual experience.  We used to wear velvet togas and long, hard dildos, which really made me feel guilty.

I love dildos, the way they move as I jump around the room, it's something I dream about!

It smelled like nutritional yeast on top of some pizza.  The texture was crunchy yet amazingly gooey and satisfying.  I had seconds! Vegan nibbles--sweet.

Then, it happened.  I turned around and saw the big hairy dude taking a slice, so I grabbed him by the skin of his knee.  He screamed and started to run but I threw a slice of hot, steaming apple pie.  He slipped and fell, crushing his left piggy toe.  Thinking he was safe, he started to dance a jig wildly.  Apparently, he majored in dance at the University of Danceterdam. While a great pole dancer he had rock hard pole himself that turns me on. Late one night he crept into a magenta thong made of silk, hoping she wouldn't miss her favorite thong he tried on while wet from the rain after washing the floor and he "accidentally" spilled soy milk all over my white tee.

Startled, I gasped, "What the heck", I took off my shirt the way a stripper does while lightly sniffing the air. It smelled awful. But I liked the feel of his hard, hairy forehead on my hairy left testicle.  I have testicles!

Oh happy day! No more periods!

But I digress, back to the stubbly noggin that stole my d**n vibrator.  How I lost it in that Thai airport when I smuggled durians back for my ill grandmother.  She would often hallucinate.  My vibrator brings back memories!

Terrifying, disturbing memories.  The kind that Absinthe drinkers have. Especially after a month in Bangkok.  This rhymes with Mr. Spock, which Nimoy played brilliantly.

Am I the happiest when I am alone with The Green Fairy or alone with myself?  I can't suppress my enthusiasm for 'Chocolate Rain' which I hum constantly, it's the theme for love that makes me lick strangers' toes. Sometimes their toes lick me back.  My weakness for feet is intense. I once spent a year stealing shoes from goodwill. Which led to my eventual arrest.  The correctional facilities had vegan meals and tight uniforms, which made it the perfect place. These days I spend my time wondering how I can get some lovin'!! I miss  droppin the soap.

Suddenly, I gasped, when Rick walked in with a hamster and red pasties, carrying a martini.

"I brought a poisonous dart frog just incase you had someone here!"

With that, Rick stared at my naked companion, my left testicle, and shrieked like a pterodactyl.  He jumped on my friend, shaved his forehead and told us, "eyebrows are overrated!"

Gently, he began plucking his own, saying, "I have discovered the wonders beneath my eyebrows."  I couldn't help wishing he would stop dropping hair on my beloved restraints.  If my back was waxed my psychiatrist would be very keen to analyze my relationships and tie me to train tracks. Instead, he tied my eyebrow hairs together to make a pretty necklace. That scared me.

Then, I farted!  Rick likes farts. All day Rick would stand and sniff his farts. Being vegan I felt compelled to share with him a dinner of beans! Magical fruit! mercy me, I can't believe the smell that comes from beneath the table at dinner!

"Your testicles are filled with hate!  And I hate testicles that are red with envy!" Rick yelled ferociously

So I grabbed my hair dryer from beside the vibrator that had been recently used...wait it smelled... smelled like sex. not just any....like Mom's...ehhh!!!!! The thought haunted me as I pointed the dryer at poor Rick.  Absinthe had been how we met, last month at a skating rink.
Greenfairy skating night was the most sensual experience.  We used to wear velvet togas and long, hard dildos, which really made me feel guilty.

I love dildos, the way they move as I jump around the room, it's something I dream about!  My harness is hand made.  It is so tight, chafes a bit