Being the good Catholic girl I am, I have been fighting
off feelings of guilt about not posting anything recently. The reason is
actually quite simple. My sexploits have largely ground to a halt over the last
week or so because I was persuaded by certain girls in Brighton that my five
blue stars don’t constitute enough decoration when it comes to my pussy. I was
persuaded to pay another visit to the very heavily inked man and get the hood
of my clitoris pierced.
I knew that the piercing could take a while to heal and
despite following the best advice available (thank
you Lora) my body has refused to co-operate. I wear a small ring and the
little ball rests against my clit constantly. Despite walking like John Wayne
and only wearing the softest cotton knickers given to me by Nana, I have been
feeling somewhat tender.
I have a big mouth. I made the mistake of blabbing to
Paul and to Ted, and naturally they both begged and pleaded to see my new
decoration. It was their actions that followed that made me leap about like a
scolded cat. The fucking bastards can’t be trusted to just look.
However, this evening I successfully fucked Chloe’s face
and Sweet Baby Jesus it was
mind-blowing.
To celebrate I will be spending the weekend in the south
coast.
I am back.
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