I want your tongue to start at my arches and work its way slowly up my calf, to the delicate curve behind my knee, further up my juicy thigh, and then finally into my soft wet slitâŠ
Depressed, alone. None of my friends would remember I exist if I didnât reach out first. The only time people are excited to talk to me is when they want something from me sexually. Donât have the energy to exercise and lose the depression weight.
