praxilla

She curls up cold and heartbroken next to her warm kitty in the bed, Sl.eep won't come and take her away. Thoughts like bees buzzing around her head make her weary She wants to run away or go shopping. Sobriety hangs like an albatross around her neck. Maybe she can escape in sex. Lovely rough sex, filling her up, cancelling all else and lietting her mind fly with a wave of orgasm.