photos and words by Whiskey Monday
What are you, a Peeping Tom?
When I drape myself outside my own window, I expect privacy. How dare you look at me.
If you’d like my tongue, it’s firmly pressed into my cheek.
It’ll cost you a fortune to get that window fixed, not to mention the chiropractor’s bill.
Oh, hullo again anonymous. A pleasure.
I don’t need a chiropractor. I need a masseuse.
I’m a good masseuse.
i.e. great pic
I’ve heard that fae folk give the best temple rubs. <3
ZOMG I haz teh same panties
Rrow, and also rrrr!
I had a pose just like that on a Zeppelin, then there was the Sim boundary, then shortly came the flailing of arms and legs……
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Real life woman. Virtual World avatar. Likes top shelf vodka, dominant men, blues, sunsets and playing darts. Dislikes insecurity, rap, small children and clowns. I'm either behind the bar or under it.
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