Cardelia
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Mar 12, 2003
- Posts
- 700
How do some get the courage to fly? To soar and mingle among the clouds? I’m stuck here as always with my feet on the ground. Bored senseless. Sick of my life, sick of my job, god help me, I’m sick of my fucking dog.
Where would you turn? Where would you look to break the tedium? Would you take a sculpting class? English Poets? Learn to ski? Place an ad in the Times? Go out drinking?
How’s this?
SWF, 35, drop-dead mediocre in the looks department, T&A rather nothing to write home about either, iso 2 live in male lovers, well hung, must hate dogs and have lots of money to spend on me. A boob job, I wouldn’t turn down. I’d even quit my job to be a toy to you both. Interested applicants reply to box YT197.
This is how I’m going to relieve my boredom. And get rid of the ugly dog.
Anyone else bored?
Where would you turn? Where would you look to break the tedium? Would you take a sculpting class? English Poets? Learn to ski? Place an ad in the Times? Go out drinking?
How’s this?
SWF, 35, drop-dead mediocre in the looks department, T&A rather nothing to write home about either, iso 2 live in male lovers, well hung, must hate dogs and have lots of money to spend on me. A boob job, I wouldn’t turn down. I’d even quit my job to be a toy to you both. Interested applicants reply to box YT197.
This is how I’m going to relieve my boredom. And get rid of the ugly dog.
Anyone else bored?