Just (Face)Fuck it!

I was tasked tonight with finishing that facefucking clip that I was supposed to do some two months ago and putting it up at the clipstore.

I can’t go to bed until it’s done and I’m a sleepy girl. :-(

Anyone who still thinks we’re in this for the money? Pffft. Apparently not since I haven’t gone near the store for months.

I probably make the whole clip loading process ten times more difficult than it has to be because I’m a complete computer/techno loser. Ah well. It’s getting done now. Most of “work” involves just sitting here waiting for it to finish loading.

Which is why I procrastinate doing it for so long. Sitting here doing nothing drives me batshit crazy.

Anyway.. /whine

Actually, having taken two months to get to it was a benefit I think. I was able to view it with fresh eyes. I’d practically forgotten about it.

I’d certainly forgotten how good it was.

I’m not trying to toot my horn or anything, because, let’s be honest here, I pretty much just drooled and gasped and otherwise laid there and took it.

But Master was on his game that day. He was all kinds of mean and bossy and shit. He was… he was just on fire.

Watching it again got my motor revving.

So, of course, he’s in bed and I’m here. Loading it up.

Still. It’s a hot clip.

If you like that sort of thing.

Forgot what I’m talking about? Lemme refresh your memory.

It’s up. At the store.

Best one yet, if you ask me.

~cunt

Good Night!

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Leaving your mark.

So. There are a couple of reasons why I’m posting these.

They’re not of me. They’re of the squirter.

I think that’ll be her name now. The Squirter. Hee.

The first reason is that I find it utterly fascinating how much men like it when they see their handprint adorning someone’s ass.

The second reason is because The Squirter, just a few short days ago, was mortified to be seen naked in public.

So. Yanno. I figure the best way to get over that is to be splashed naked on a website that gets a couple of thousand hits a day.

And, too, I just like knowing that she’s squirming right now. :D

She’s a right neat squirmer. And squealer. She’s a full night’s worth of entertainment all by her lonesome.

Me? I’m a quiet masochist. I kind of dive into myself and try to suffer quietly. I often fail, but I like to think I’m quiet. I’m quiet in my head anyway. I don’t care what the rest of you hear.

Squirter, on the other hand? She sings. Delightfully.

Wait.

Squirmer. Squealer. Squirter.

Hee! Too funny.

The pair of them are a joy to watch.

Energy, connection, interaction. I got horny. *nods*

Maybe it’s the snow. I mean, it’s too cold to go outside most of the time so we’ve all got to find something else to do. Indoors.

Maybe all that bitching I do about the weather should, instead, be grateful mutterings. Cuz, all y’all Yoopers are kinky motherfuckers.

“What? It’s snowing again? Guess I’ll tie you up in front of the fireplace again!”

Hell yeah.

BTW, we aren’t moving.

*beams*

Oh! I almost forgot.

At the party, Master gave me a butthole full of icy hot. His “revenge” (that so violated the statute of limitations that my Slave’s Rights lawyer is practically salivating in glee!) has been extracted.

I know.

*yawn*

I mean! Um. Ouch. Owie. Oh, it burrrrrrrrned!

(what? poking the sadist with a stick is my new hobby.)

;-)

~cunt

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