Last night “Maggie” (tingle tingle) “worked” me upstairs at Lady Ann’s for 3 hours. Geez I was a puddle. Also there was a puddle on my chair. It was so hot, and I can’t even explain why. Trust me, I was so aroused I could have gotten off if someone had touched my cheek.
Which is why it was so disappointing when Scott woke up and jumped up, got in the shower and scooted out to go shoot hoops instead of giving me a slow (or even quick) rogering like I deserve. Oh well. I had work to do, and now it’s time to dream of Maggie and get out the buzz lover.
Born on a farm in central Kansas; my dad lost the farm during the 1980s farm crisis. I grew up yearning to be a famous actress, and got a degree in theatre. A few weeks after I graduated, I went to visit my beautiful friend in Texas, and she died suddenly - leaving behind her beautiful husband and her three beautiful boys. I decided to stay, and care for them. I fell in love with them all, and after so much yearning, I am now the woman of this man. This is the story of how the heart approaches what it yearns.