shereads
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"Dear Doctor" is an online advice column for women afflicted with symptoms of impending sluthood, and confirmed sluts. Closed for now.
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Dear Dr. Mabeuse,
Lately, after reading dirty stories, I am tormented by excessive moisture, swelling and restlessness in the area beneath my panties. I've tried removing the panties, but that only makes it worse.
I think I need to be fucked, but unfortunately I'm not a slut. I couldn't possibly let someone fuck me unless he kidnapped me, threw me in the back of his van, hogtied me, cut off my clothes, bit my nipples, drove me to his secluded cabin, tied me to the bed, shoved his penis down my throat, called me filthy names, and threatened to spank my defensiveless pussy. I'd definitely get fucked then! I'd fuck him back, too, but only because he made me do it.
Thank goodness, that kind of thing doesn't happen to today's independent woman. It would be awful!
Any other suggestions?
Also, my car breaks down a lot, usually on Wednesday evenings between 9 and 10:30, in a secluded parking lot near the intersection of 32nd Street and Grand Avenue. It can be scary standing there all alone in my pale pink linen sheath-dress and kitten-heel pumps. What should I do?
Respectfully,
Shereads
(Not a Slut)
Secluded Parking Lot, corner of 32nd & Grand
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Dear Dr. Mabeuse,
Lately, after reading dirty stories, I am tormented by excessive moisture, swelling and restlessness in the area beneath my panties. I've tried removing the panties, but that only makes it worse.
I think I need to be fucked, but unfortunately I'm not a slut. I couldn't possibly let someone fuck me unless he kidnapped me, threw me in the back of his van, hogtied me, cut off my clothes, bit my nipples, drove me to his secluded cabin, tied me to the bed, shoved his penis down my throat, called me filthy names, and threatened to spank my defensiveless pussy. I'd definitely get fucked then! I'd fuck him back, too, but only because he made me do it.
Thank goodness, that kind of thing doesn't happen to today's independent woman. It would be awful!
Any other suggestions?
Also, my car breaks down a lot, usually on Wednesday evenings between 9 and 10:30, in a secluded parking lot near the intersection of 32nd Street and Grand Avenue. It can be scary standing there all alone in my pale pink linen sheath-dress and kitten-heel pumps. What should I do?
Respectfully,
Shereads
(Not a Slut)
Secluded Parking Lot, corner of 32nd & Grand
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