I got a crack head to part with his cash for me. He tried sharing it and/or weed. Nope, my thing is sex ( kink, bdsm, role play, being a freak). Otherwise, I'm pretty chill all around. I didn't have seeing a little jar of the stuff on my bingo card.

Guy said he fell in love with my pics. Talked great game. Now that I'm not getting any love at home & still waiting for arraignment to put my ads up, I figured what the hell. Got dicked down a week ago and he saved up what he could to get me tonight.

I wish he wouldn't have smoked while I was there because he makes me feel so helpless, smøl, and used when railing me before he smoked. I love it. He even felt bad after seeing me crying from choking on him. He said no one ever has made his dick work like me.

When I re-entered the game, I never thought I'd have a crack head love me - and me going back for more because I'm entertained (and he dick-notizes me). At least his energy is good... Meth heads sketch me out; I will tolerate them for good money but otherwise I'm out.

The adventure continues. Still waiting on FMTY peeps to follow up. I just figure they're sorting out the logistics in their heads.