Happy Fourth of July to all My American Friends
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~*~PleasureMistress~*~ : N/A
Main House
Weirdly, hearing about material wealth didn't feel meaningful, coming from you. You who knew the truth of it all, who she couldn't pretend it was just her picking herself up by her bootstraps in the impossible expectation of their forebears.She made a G today — but she made it in a sleazy way.
She's gotta get paid — that's just the way it is.Ironic that a song about changes written before she was born is relevant, unchanged, almost thirty-two years later.
It's a shame Holly kept her mouth shut about that sentiment, she of all people knew how much you'd be glowing if you heard her make a Tupac reference.
No, she was still hung up on the stupid Birthday thing, wearing a petulant expression that waffled between voluntary and not-so, like it was impossible to understand how someone would want their birthday to slide by unnoticed.
…only to light up again, hopeful.
"Wait, so it's coming up? When is it, we should do something…"
An idea temporarily suspended as you headed toward the bedroom, veering toward her bag as she moved to join you.
"Yes, obviously… but come on, we have two years of parties to make up for…"
~*~PleasureMistress~*~ has started a new game with the following players:
~*~PleasureMistress~*~
~*~PleasureMistress~*~ has started a new game with the following players:
~*~PleasureMistress~*~
in
*relaxing*
Waiting around
hmmmm...
long-term.
Main House
"Here I thought I was special, I didn't realize you just had a thing for failed blonde social media influencers. Next thing I know you're gonna tell me she's secretly deep into illegal poaching and uses her entire Vibe as a plausible reason she's off in Africa offering endangered condor eggs for breakfast for her good pals Victoria Laurent and Ravyn Wight…"Her venom started to wither into a woeful, impatient mumble.
Only thing to break her out was when you managed to riposte her comment about hypothetical hair — to take her trying to give you one kind of mental image and you bouncing it back to another.She recoiled, and backed entirely from the kitchen island.
"Bruh — alright fine, whatever I'll get off her balls — her healing jade kegel-balls."
Holly took a breath, opened her lips as though to automatically and thoughtlessly parry your self-directed rebuttal when something short-circuited in her brain.
"Wait, you're thirty-one? Wait, when was your — Wait, did we pass your birthday without celebrating it?!"
You once-already managed to stealth it past her in spite of you knowing how much she loves birthdays, but—
Well, there goes all of her momentum.
"…noted."
who just wants to keep a woman in his basement
Anybody up?
Happy 4th of July to my American Friends!
Happy 4th of July to my American friends!
or being randomly chosen by some psychopath?
maybe mistaken identity?