I ask her if she needs anything. It's not like we're close or anything, but, frankly, she's sucked my dick, so I want to help her if she's in need. She said she didn't, but she said, "Aw, you're such a sweet guy!" And I want to be sweet. And I genuinely want to know if I can help her. But, and I just noticed this myself, a couple times in the past after a stripper girlfriend has told me I'm sweet for offering to do something, I've gotten some action. So, um, yes, I am kind of hoping that when ****e, or any stripper, says that, I'm getting sumpin'-sumpin' the next time we meet. I hope that's an indication that if you're nice to a woman, that woman is willing to do nice, or naughty, things to you.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Sunday, April 19, 2026
Please Fuck Me For My Sweetness
So I was invited to a stripper party that was going on yesterday/Saturday. I would go for only one reason: ****e, with whom I had a couple of wild times in the privacy of a room. I asked about a month ago if she would be there; if she were, then I would, too. But she has been ailing -- something with her hand last month, then, when I texted her again yesterday/Saturday morning, something about her hip. She wasn't going, so I pivoted to doing some Record Store Day stuff instead.
Labels:
communication,
health,
perverted,
record-keeping,
sexual activity,
strippers,
urges
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