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BACK TO SEX

Chapter 4 learning it the hard way. Before I say anything I want to thank the people who left beautiful comments about chapter 2 and my absence. It meant something to me. If I wasn’t heartbroken I would write you each a deep personal reply. That is all I did for 48 hours straight. I went back to the beginning of my blog and replied to any comment I missed. I did it with sheer passion and devotion. I do want to say fuck the chick who needed to respond with some comment that my blog was really long and some nonsense about being like her friend and having different opinions. Reb I adore you. You couldn’t resist reading chapter 2 or 3 without telling me how long it was. I have learned my motherfucking lesson. I can’t write a damn good blog. It will be too long and people won’t read it. There will always be exceptions. Good men and women will treasure every word. This 48 hours fored me to accept the cold hard truth.Chapter 3 was one of the best things I have ever written. It always will be. I know my writing. I know when I’m mediocre. I know when I’m boring. I know when I’m too negative. I know when I am lost in tangents. I know when I’m so tired my grammar has basic flaws. This is not my first rodeo. I’ve been writing straight stream of consciousness since the age of eight. I have been blogging on a forum before myspace before blog was a word. I have written my life story on facebook with no feedback. I had a wordpress. I had a tumblr. I have tried many forums. Xhamster is just a new location to explore. I found out what works. I found out what fails. I am not changing the way I function in any way. I fucking write. I am just done expecting a reliable audience to ever follow me. This is a solo project. I was reaching out for friendship and support. The responses I got about chapter 3 ended that notion.

You have no idea how hard it was to gamble on a mission to write chapter 3. I was in a state of sheer euphoria because I finally have a stimulant. My mission as a writer is to make a cup of puke into a glass of wine. I will never stop that effort. Before I could be a cam girl I had this idea that it was important to make men and women understand that I have not had it easy. I will always be grateful for the obstacles I have been challenged to overcome. I feel no pity towards myself. I do not even think my life has been anything but a beautiful lesson to learn. I am not negative. I do not write to make a person feel sorry for me. I try my goddamn best to tell a story that somehow makes a person appreciate their own flaws and strengths. It is my hope that a person reads about what a monster my father was and instinctively calls their father to say hello and I love you. If you can share those words with a parent do it. Don’t wait until it’s too late. Don’t ever stop fighting to connect with your f****y. If you have a sibling stop what you are doing and pick up the motherfucking phone and say hello.

I wouldn’t write if I was not actively trying to make people learn or feel pleasure. I just wanted the people who started reading part one to hit chapter 3 and be happy for me. My mission failed. I can’t bitch too much because it has only been available for two days. It was enough time to learn what I needed to know. I am a totally foreign concept. I could never read a blog that intense without slamming a person with praise. I have thanked the people who gave me great feedback. If you read chapter 3 and your response was ‘wow’ ‘thanks for sharing’ ‘welcome back’ ‘I would love to see you in that dress’ or something that didn’t complete a sentence then you don’t need to say anything at all. Those responses radically changed my world view. It can’t be reversed. I just feel like a failure.

Raymond knows how much I have grown to love him. I care about him so much. He has a free pass. He can never fuck up. He is irreplaceable. I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I know him well. I am so damn happy he read it and commented that I have no right to be angry. Yet I still am. I was fighting so hard to be something besides a beautiful woman. I know it was not his intention. I saw his comment ‘I would love to see you in that dress’ and I just wanted to cry. I needed something like ‘good job’ way more than a reminder that every man I encounter just wants me to be short, sexy and sweet. That is the irony. I can tell one of my closest friends how strong, damaged, talented, hard-working, loving, mistreated, neglected, artistic, different, confident, brave, wise, intelligent, determined and heart broken I am and get hit with something sexual. I know part of our issue is that we just cammed for the first time and we are both so damn attracted to each other that we can’t help but get sexual. It’s not his fault. We have intense chemistry we both didn’t expect. I just had to face the fact that my body is the focus of most conversations instead of my brain.

If I couldn’t make one of the only people who knows me address trauma over beauty there is no hope other men can. I learned my lesson. Stop wasting time and put back on the damn dress. It was necessary. I am in dire economic distress. I told you I can turn a cup of puke into a glass of wine. Damn straight it hurt for him to remind me I need to promote sex, sell sex, live sex, breath sex, enjoy sex, and become sex incarnate. I have to focus on bank account and not my pride. I have to use this blog and the one I create on chatturbate as a weapon to turn sex into cash. I can not focus on friendship and support. It would be a lovely alternative. This is realty. If I want to make it as a cam girl I have to invite men to enjoy a blog about sex not abuse. You can’t dispute my logic. Words are a weapon. I use them to get what I need. I will use them to build the persona of a super sexy woman who loves giving pleasure.

I know my attempt to get personal was my final act of rebellion against doing something degrading. I wouldn’t change it. I needed to share some side of my life that explains why I rejected sexuality for most of my twenties. I needed men to know that I actually enjoyed ugliness. It was the best time of my life to be covered in ink in funky vintage t-shirts. I was hardcore. I would take a break with boys during a three hour art class. We crammed in my car drove down the road smoking pot with cocaine in it. I was notorious for forgetting to warn people sometimes my pot was enhanced by coke. We drove to a gas station. We each slammed a quart and went back to class. My prince hurt me with the question ‘why did you let yourself go.’ Motherfucking freedom from sex. To be an artist. To revolt against normal behavior. To make men love my art instead of my tits. I did it on purpose. Jumping into total sexuality is not easy for me. This is not my comfort zone. Ink and tangled hair is who I really am. Now I have to leave it behind and focus on what I look like.

I have to loose weight. I have to buy sex toys. I have to start networking. I have to give out free samples. I have to get better with variation. I have to ask for advice. I have to work the image of slutty instead of ladylike. I have to take on cam sex like a small business. I would love to tell you what happened the second time a boy named Tim pushed me to the brink of death. I would love to tell you about how I defied biology in a suicide attempt that turned into attempted murder. I would love to tell you about the years of sheer bliss I had working at a dry cleaners. I would love to tell you about getting half-way through nursing school and getting slammed by two deaths that made me have a mental breakdown. This is a fucking porn site. I can reach five men with an endearing tale of beating the system. I could reach hundreds of men with constant sex stories that keep getting better. Do the math. Time equals money. I don’t have the time to touch five men and earn respect. I have to reach for hundreds of billfolds willing to reward me for a performance that involves tits and pussy.

I am always going to be a sweet small town girl that is naive and generous. I have to exploit my innocence and enhance my sexuality. That is my charm as a cam girl. A man instantly feels comfortable around me because I put people at ease. I am honest. I’m not trashy. I’m a cam girl who will listen to problems and produce an orgasm. I let men bond with me. I do not make them feel pressure from a time-limit. I engage them in debates about women and trends in sexuality. I am totally cool with all fetishes that don’t involve beastiality, incest, child molesation, or shit. Men who love to play with their assholes are encouraged. Men who need to be dominated are controlled. Men who need to call me a fat, stupid slut get to do it. Men who need to fantasize about torture and rape can go there and not phase me. Chapter 3 was the only glimpse a man will ever have that informs them I’m intelligent. Men prefer a chick who is not intimidating due to her intellect. They want easy, adaptable, controllable and deviant.

When I feel like writing glimpses of my real life will always pop out. I won’t stop keeping a blog on a near daily basis. It’s just tainted with this enhanced notion that I have an insatiable sexual need. I will rewrite my profile. It will shift away from my need for a man to be intelligent. It will be short and devoted to sex. I will describe my body and not my mind. It will be a role reversal. I will start answering all those pm’s. Getting me one on one for cam will rarely be an option. You don’t give away your milk for free. You tease and lure a man to purchase the damn cow. I completed my mission to reply to each blog comment. Tomorrow my status changes to BACK TO SEX. I tried to earn respect for being a good woman. Men want a bad little girl. I will build up a campaign of men excited to see me go live. I do it with a sense of curiosity.

Men looking for a cam sex experience with a nice girl who rarely mentions money will be thrilled. Men looking for a kinky girl that isn’t a fucking piece of trash they want to abuse will find me. Men who who want a pretty face and huge tits will be thrilled. Men who like a petite chubby chick with a sense of humor will be ecstatic. Men who want a cam show when at no point does a check ask for tokens will adore me. Men who love a real orgasm will find me intoxicating. I provide innocence by being myself. Men sick of watching a chick plastered in make-up will flock to me. It’s no joke that I have a blast doing live shows for several men I can’t see. Men looking for a woman with the maturity of thirty and the appearance of early twenties will respect me. Most of all men looking for a sexy voice saying what they dream of hearing a woman say will fight for me. My voice is my greatest feature. My ability to judge a man’s need for me to be a slut or a sweetheart is damn good. It was a beautiful notion that my life story would build up a support system. It was a pipe dream. I was being naive.

If blog 3 was read and praised then I would be dedicated to shocking men with what I’m capable of. It would’ve fucked me up. I would have fixated on men who I would not allow to pay me and perform as a reward for simply reading and writing. My mission needed to fail. I needed a wake-up call. God guides me. In my writing I discuss the fact he fucks with me some times. I am his child to teach. Letting me quickly focus on economics was needed. I’m not a christian. I have no notion that sexuality is a sin. It is a gift. Pleasing men is an art form. Everything about me is an art. Making money is essential for me to become an artist. Getting work printed and shipped worldwide depends on my ability to sell my sexuality in a precise way that is not easily replicated. Men who watched me perform free of charged begged for me to accept money as gratitude for being an amazing alternative to a normal cam girl. I had no means of accepting their money. I’m truly a real chick that is just really sexy and loves pleasing men. That is worth paying for to have over and over in a private session.

I can transform quickly. It’s a gift to have many dimensions to your personality. I’m an actress eager to take on this role and perfect it. When I wake-up I will have a totally new perspective on what is important. It was a cup of puke not getting respect for my achievements. It is a wine glass to face the future as an eager force to be reckoned with. It was a damn fine 48 hours. I met a man who could match me in writing. He is all the support I need. It only takes one man to make me happy. If he hauls ass I will replace him. if you failed to read chapter 3 you lost my attention. Thank you. It would’ve been a distraction I can’t afford. Raymond and the man who writes like me are my only concern that involves rewarding friendship and devotion with time and sexual intimacy.

Raymond had to hurt me to fix me. Sometimes you have to break a bone to reset it properly. I needed his comment more than anything. It was a nightmare and a blessing. I may be less available because I am working on refocusing this page to sex. Sex sells. A damn good story that defines me is an honor to read. It won’t get my art printed. It won’t pay for medicine. A total shift in my attitudes about sex for money had to happen. I needed it immediately. My naive ambition to earn respect on a porn site had to come to a screeching halt. A few good men will miss me working at a superior pace to tell a good story. Hundreds of men will be thrilled to stumble upon my new identity as a small town girl with a high sex drive that is eager to please them sexually.

I will never write a post that doesn’t end with enthusiasm to achieve my goal and become an artist worthy of a wall and then a gallery and possibly a museum. All I can do is thank the people who hurt me with a lack of effort to support me. Important lessons hurt. I needed this one. I was on the path to chugging puke from a coffee mug. I am now excited about sipping wine from crystal. I promise there will always be a happy ending. It took me a lifetime of writing to pull off making a nightmare into a fairytale. Watch me transition. Watch me nail sex stories on a nightly basis. Watch me pull this off. Watch me launch a website selling art worldwide. I am back on track. I will keep getting better with each post. I will keep accepting change and enjoy the thrill of starting over. Thank you for fixing my busted pipe dream. This is a porn site. I’m an amateur porn star. I’m doing it to sell art. This is BACK TO SEX. Ir had to happen. I needed it now. Two weeks from now I would have caused irreversible damage.

5 days ago

“I will always be grateful for the obstacles I have been challenged to overcome” You know I have always said that people who are just placed on the peak of the mountain can only hang on so long. A strong wind will blow their weak ass off. But them to struggle and climb to that peak just tells the wind to fuck off. Because all the pushing and pulling to get to the peak is what gives you the strength to stay there. Just like after swimming up-hill all your life, going with the flow leaves no challenge. Very well written stories. thanks for sharing!!!!
1 month ago

Thank you destiny. you are such an uplifting and beautiful soul. I can never thank you enough
1 month ago

Wow i could read your blogs all day, your so interesting.
2 months ago

Dear Dimjandy, I know it takes time and men slowly find me. In all ways I am content. When I posted this I wasn’t. I know who my friends really are. Yet so many men have been standing in my library pretending to read a book while they are really eating a cheeseburger and getting grease on my paper. That hurt to realize. I got played. Men will say and do anything to fuck a sexy librarian. Some fetishes never change. I just plan to exploit the issue. I needed this lesson. I have to prepare for my future. That involves earning an income. Sometimes a librarian is a stripper at night. A library doesn’t pay bills. A pole certainly does. If I want to enjoy my books in a silent sanctuary I must get naked at a night club and dance. You know the rules. At my club there is no cover charge. A man can watch me dance free of charge. If you want a lap dance I need cash. I am a librarian. If you read my books it equals cash. It earns a free lap dance. In the end only cash or reading gets the naughty librarian to grind up against your dick and sometimes she gives head.
2 months ago

thank you vlada. I know you are trying. I still can’t cam. I have computer problems.
2 months ago

Sorry, that got cut short.You didn’t fail, and your audience didn’t fail. They were just being people on. a porn site looking for a sexy or racy story. You got your message across. i got it. A few others got it. Please don’t feel discouraged from writing what you want. Just realize you’re not going to get many readers who will follow you. I think most were looking for a short, highly structured story. Some don’t have the attention span to read a blog, especially when they have their dicks in their hands 🙂

If you walked into a public library and asked the front desk for a cheeseburger, fries, and a Strawberry shake, you wouldn’t get it. Not because they didn’t understand, but because you’re in the wrong place. I guess I’m just saying you won’t find many people willing to make much of an effort to communicate via words. They’ve looking for pictures or videos.

But you’ll get lucky and find a few. Focus on them, forget the rest, and a few more of the good ones will trickle in. Have a little more patience. Some of us aren’t on here every day.

I hope all that doesn’t sound too critical. Just my opinions and suggestions really.

2 months ago

I didn’t think you need to promote yourself as others WANT to see you. Promote what YOU want. How big an audience do you want or need? How many real friends did you expect to find on xham ? .
2 months ago

‘m sorry I can not understand all that, you know that my English is very bad, but I’m trying .. I’d like to see.. Vlada.. :*
2 months ago

im coming to meet you in pm now daddy
2 months ago

thank you so much. My new introduction is up. please tell me what you think. be honest. if it has flaws i want to correct them.
2 months ago

just keep up the good work and I will be here waiting for you
luciddrea…

retired
2 months ago

youll get there hun!
2 months ago

Daddy denis, thank you so much. You don’t know how special I feel when I hear the words well-written. I know my former approach was too strong. It was epic. It was too much. I hear the words ‘too much’ a lot. If I want to make it I have to stop intimidating men. It’s hard for me to change my ways. In some aspects I have to make myself to be way more submissive than I truly am. At the same time we have engaged in our own role play that glorifies my ability to be submissive. I’m a true switch. I can be dominant. I can be submissive. It’s all about finding which role a man desires and nailing it. In my heart the actress I used to be is thrilled to finally come out of hiding and hit the stage. I came damn close to living my life as a nurse. I would’ve been miserable. The sterile setting is not designed for me. I must have an outlet to be creative. This is going to be fun. I have only excitement in my heart. If I get time I will write you a blog that begins my new journey into kink.
2 months ago

My tan fan, I don’t know which site will be more lucrative. I know nothing about chatturbate. They approached me when I just had face shots to work for them. I had to do research and i was shocked that seems to be money central for chicks like me. That’s why I can’t promise to be as active on xham if i have a better response on chatturbate. I will use both forums. All I know is that it does have some type of blog option which is crucial to my success. i have been trying to warn men to catch me now on my blog. Soon I will be nude and live on both sights. I get too much contact already. It’s not the right kind. I make it so clear the only way to catch me is on my blog. As you can tell very few men will read it or leave feedback. Right now before I can cam is the time men should reach out to me. Soon I will be working and there will be fierce competition for my time. My priority list is all about who found me first, how they treated me, how much they contacted me, what they said and nothing else. You know you have already won me. I adore you. Thanks for complimenting my video. PS. give me your thoughts on badoo.
2 months ago

I can’t wait either. I have no local friends willing to photograph me nude. In so many ways I’m waiting on someone to help me do the only thing I can’t do myself. I am not about lingerie. I am not about posing in drapes. My pictures will be unusual. I plan to use them in my collage artwork. If I can pull it off I want pictures that no one expects. I have secluded family land that is perfect for my mission. To me women look sexiest when they are in a backdrop with elements of destruction or chaos. I love to mix beauty with ugly. I love to push boundaries. My goal right now is our family swamp. It is so creepy. i want pictures of me nude playing in it. I want to capture the nostalgia of the creature from the black lagoon my way. To blend with my art all my nude photos have to pass for vintage. I hope to use backdrops like old rusted cars and shanties. I hope to have pics of my body wrapped in barb wire. I want to be gagged and tied up. Lingerie bores me. I want images that have a punk rock versus pin-up girl essence. I have told several men if i have to hire a mexican at home depot looking for manual labor to photograph me nude I’ll get it done. It just takes time. Right now I’m stuck using words to launch this new identity. I hope to turn it into pictures and art with a quickness. When I go live I hope you will watch and tell me your thoughts. I need friends to inspire me.
2 months ago

sundipper you write with such poetic imagery. I hope you are somehow involved in the music industry. I don’t know if you read my post about my love of black men who rap and rhyme. I loved my time with them playing with words. reading one of your comments takes me back in time. it actually really turns me on more than you can imagine. It was a sexy period in my life even though i was one of the boys and not ever oversexualized. they just knew how to treat a woman right. very few men do. I will always gravitate towards sexy black men who use words with a passion. skin color means nothing to me. do not think that is how I view you. I just see your pic and your beautiful skin and go back in time. It reminds me of being taken care of and pampered with no sexual pressure. Black men have been good to me when so many white men have considered me a fat slut to keep a hidden secret pleasure. Have no fear that my writing will suffer. In many ways I am free now. I’m not on a mission to earn respect. I have achieved it from men like you. I can embrace my new role as a sex kitten. There will be moments when i get real. This is my forum to shine. It will mostly be a sexual afterglow. However, I guarantee a dose of real in all of my work. I have told one man in some ways everything has changed. At the same time nothing changed one bit. I’m just drinking wine now baby. The good shit.
2 months ago

well i cant wait to experience more of what your mind and body has to offer.
2 months ago

yeah it’s going to be fun. I will be out there in a whole lot of ways. It is a combination of brains and beauty. It is a mix of innocence and deviance. I know some men will walk past me thinking I’m just another token hoarding whore. Fuck them. For me this is about art. This is about giving pleasure. I love my sexuality. I do not feel like accepting payment will make me less of a woman. Men who can do it love spoiling an amazing woman. It’s just natural. I’m not used to being spoiled. At the same time I could use it. I have busted my ass doing hard labor for a small wage. It’s smart to lay back put a vibrator on my clit, writhe in pleasure and rack in cash. That sounds so much better than what my life has been. I can only promise you my technique is different. I learned from men. I don’t watch other chicks. They look like whore trash. I trained to get men off with a new approach that is sexy but not nasty. I have class. I have style. I’m funny and I keep it real. Finding those qualities in a cam girl is not easy. I will be one. I will also be so different men will love me or hate me. It’s all about what a man is looking for. Some men can’t handle one more skank with a gaping twat fucking herself with a giant dildo. Those men will love the way I get them off.
2 months ago

Dear divedog, you will love the new me. I am designed for men like you now. You’re right that sex sells for women as well as men. Romance novels are a perfect example. In so many ways I feel like this is all going to make me a world class artist and writer. Everybody loves a slightly chubby chick with huge tits that takes down beauty queens. I did get a lucrative offer from a legit porn company to make films for five to thirty grand per shoot. I damn well may do it. I have to figure out if they pay for a chick’s airfare and hotel costs while she is on location. I would love to be a legit pornstar. Old chick friends already hate me for so many reasons. If suddenly I am out there using these tits to get famous bitches will writhe in envy. You would laugh your ass off to see pictures of me standing next to each chick I knew that used to be beautiful. My closest friend was like barbie. I saw her in a facebook picture. Jesus christ I beat her so bad. I have one chick friend who also landed on top. We agreed that facebook pic was the moment when I got to take away her crown and watch her cry. She wouldn’t even respond to my request to photograph me nude. She can’t do it. I am shooting to be a world famous titty queen. It was my art mentor’s advise to use nude photos in my collage artwork. You have to admit that is brilliant. How can a gallery resist a cutting edge female artist who is nude in her own work. It’s all about the tits. I hope you watched my new video. It’s short and sweet. It’s me as a redhead just playing with my tits. I hope it makes me famous. May I make bitches squirm and weep at my success. I always did have the best rack in school.
2 months ago

my lion. when i talk about sacrificing giving pleasure to five good men in order to sexually excite hundreds of men you were on my mind. In many ways our talks will now be on skype and focus on my mind and not my body. You are too rare on this site. Only five percent of men care more about a woman’s mind than her body. It’s a damn shame. It’s also reality. I must be fruitful. Like all adults I need money to survive. My adventures on this site would be quite different if I could work any job for any amount of money. I just hired an attorney to begin round two fighting for disability. I was late submitting a new claim. I have to start from scratch. To avoid doing all that work again me and my mom are plotting to fake that I had a mental breakdown. Keep your fingers crossed we can right a damn good letter. I may pull lots of tricks to get the disability I deserve. For instance I may start getting jobs and walking out to have a written record that documents me truly having a panic anxiety disorder that makes me flee from jobs. Everything is a gamble right now. I don’t know if being an official cam girl will ruin my chances of getting disability and also make my mother kick me out. I have to risk it. I need cash. I must figure out how to get foodstamps. I have no idea what will happen to me. I don’t even qualify for medicaid. However, I am a smart woman. I actually can’t earn a lot of money. It will be seized for student loans the second it hits my bank account. If I make more than 30,000 a year I won’t be eligible for the free medicine I finally fought to get. I am serious about investing all the money I earn into my art career. It may take off so fast that camming is only necessary for a few months. I’m in hiatus waiting to fix my computer enough to scan my work and launch the website I need to sell artwork. With such bad credit I can’t even get a paypal account. I have no idea how to sell my art without one. I have also run a small business selling vintage clothing. I am so skilled flipping clothes I buy cheaply and sell for a fortune it would freak you out. In so many ways a few hundred bucks and a paypal account is all I need to sell vintage and avoid cam sex. Do not fear that camsex is my only option. I have art and vintage to sell. I will start out selling sex just to have the capital I need for a more lucrative income. I also feel no shame about selling sex. I am a beautiful woman with many talents. In so many ways this is just an adventure. Passion drives all of my endeavors. Sex, art, vintage and writing are all equal opportunities for me to thrive. My integrity is on the line. I can only use words to sell myself. However, I think you will appreciate my approach. In some ways everything will change. At the same time nothing will change. I’m just a real chick who adapts.
2 months ago

well.. sad to say .. but sex does sell.. and not just to us bone headed men… look at all the romance novels that women buy…lol… yea we are all doommmmed ..lol.. sex.. sex.. sex.. is what the world revolves around…. and I will try and keep reading your blogs.. even after you become a total sex slave on the net..and a world famous titty queen
2 months ago

my hamster, I love your comment. I will only tell you that raymond is very special. We had a deep conversation about our relationship. I know it hurt him to think he hurt me. I had to make it clear he really helped me. Sometimes the best help is accidental. I will keep our dialogue private. you just make me giggle. xxx your little cherry lollipop girl
2 months ago

dear reb. i lost access to all the other sites i used to blog on. im really bad with passwords and names. i am to vulnerable right now to let anyone see the massive amount of personal info i posted on facebook. it is too much for anyone to handle. I don’t know for my own needs i may start a new wordpress. If I do then i will keep it on lock down as my own personal diary only strangers can read. I think I need a place to vent about xham and soon chatturbate. time is critical. right now i don’t have the time to start my next personal blog. i must focus on sex and networking.
2 months ago

You mentioned about your other blog post from other sites. how about post a links to those sites so people who wants to read it that you met here can read your work. Paragraph 3 hit me. Thank you very much for the reminder Lynn.
2 months ago

Sounds to me that you have finally recognized this site for what it is. You know what you need to do and your mission is clear. Its good that you have a couple serious friends that are helping you. Raymond sounds like he is a supportive person, and the other you speak of sounds pretty encouraging as well. I’ve done a little writing myself and I couldn’t help but notice a particular style of writing. The term escapes me, I think it starts with an “A”, I’ll have to look it up. But, in a couple paragraphs you used repetition of the same phrase at the beginning of your sentence. In case you didn’t know, this is a style of writing that is powerful and vital to getting your point to stick. Very cool! Anyways, I’m not new to this site, but I’m new to you. Maybe I can write you, of course not at your level, and we can get to be better friends.
2 months ago

Always try to do what you must to live fruitfully as long as it does not compromise your personal integrity and passions.
2 months ago

to forge a bond threw mind and body sounds like a great meaningful experience to me cant wait to see more of you
2 months ago

I will pour your wine into your glass and watch you smile as you sip the sweet rewards of all your hard work and soul letting I respect all you have written much love and respect cant wait for more from you
tanfan4

retired
2 months ago

btw…love the new vid 🙂
tanfan4

retired
2 months ago

I know you will be very successful on chaturbate Erin, you have a beautiful mind and a beautiful body..I will definitely come visit you 🙂
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About lemerris82

My good friends call me Dirt Fizzle. They also call me by my real name and the name Halina Hawthorne. My real name is Lynn. I'm 31, I'm single, I have no children. I'm obsessed with art and printmaking. I'm in nursing school. I hate it. I'd rather be making art or writing. I write. I write about the commonplace and the vulgar. I wonder if other people have this urge to journal? I want to stumble around other members of fucked up individuals that don't sleep at night.

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