The Innocent Wildcard

ng for so long. I'm sure they're swollen. I close the hotel room door, which is where I live since it's closer to my job and cuts rent in half. $30 a night beats $950 any day. That's not

g twice daily to ke

. Hmm...I'm breaking out, I noticed. I move closer to examine the pimples all over my forehead. "Ugh! I need to cut out sugar." My light voice pouts, then sighs. My hands open a bottom cabinet on the vanity to retrieve Epsom salt while I walk back to the tub and pour

el. But I know looks don't always mean the guy will be the one. Hot guys are sluts....man whores, not husband material. They're good to toy with and nice to look at, but that wears off after a while. Beautiful men don't

the men in my inbox, which has to be close to one hundred, I found that this surprises and arouses them. I haven

one. Some guys ask if I don't have experience, then how would I be goo

asturbate...I do. I'm not entirely insane! All I know is that I won't be unprepared. Whoever my future husband is will be scre

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ered, washed the suds from my hair, flipped it back, and then got out. I take two towels from a rack and wrap one around my head, then one around my breast. For breasts that are a 24b cup,