In which I rant about your fuckass pheromones all over the bed."The world is changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost…" (Translation: You left me in bed to run errands all day, and my cunt and I have decided to be dramatic about it.)Play Count: 247 In which I list the things I want you to do to me. (Sexually, obv.)I didn't actually have a written list; bear with me. You can take notes if that's your thing, but you already know my favorite moves. Also, at one point I said "in" when I meant "on" and "legs" when I meant "neck"—brain doesn't brain when cunt is cunting. But you're a quick study! You'll know what to do.Play Count: 1285 Freaked out, broke down, got off.I'm in the middle of a crisis for which nothing can be done until the morning. (I'm a big girl; I'll sort it out.) Did getting myself off fix it? No. Did it make me feel better? A little bit!Play Count: 891 Failed mic test, failed composure, failed edge.This was my first attempt to record myself during solo play time, and I had no concrete plans beyond Hit Record + Don't Come Too Quickly, If At All. I had vague thoughts of edging, although I wasn't really holding myself to it because I was scheduled to host Saturday movie night with friends. Incredible timing on my part, honestly.
I'm still figuring out my setup, so the audio's kind of ass. Not that I'm one to cry over spilled cum. It's a mess, but it's my mess, goddammit.Play Count: 818