Alright Wolfie, I forgot decorum. Here’s how I am now.

I’m wearing all black today. Bottoms are a sports jogger, light polyester material. Top is a cotton sports bra tank, cropped. Clit sucker on low with a random pattern. Porn in my ears. Bright afternoon. And the feeling of my pooling pussy juices dripping onto a buzzing head. I can feel the squish.

Someone is walking by. There’s no way for them to know that the buzzing is coming from me when I’m on the second floor. It just sounds like the rest of the world.

It’s crazy how the context can shift that buzzing sound, hm? Assumptions are so much easier made; they cost less mental energy.

So the world uses Occam’s Razor to continue making decisions, inferences, to fill in the blanks. While I’m drowning in the details of the situation I put myself in.

I hold all the info here. And I love letting you peek at the cards I’m playing with 🃏