My Vibrator Died On Me
2008-07-12My Battery-Operated-Boyfriend aka BOB aka Vibrator died on me today. I am soo sad! How am I possibly gonna go thru all those long lonely nights? Who else is gonna snug under e covers with me and keep me feeling fuzzy?
I feel so sad.
'He' has got me a new vibrator but who cares. I love BOB!
My thrusty pink vibrator. It's been 8 long years. (what a pun..)
I feel unmotivated to do anything else but hold on to it hoping tt it wud vibrate once more.
Sigh..
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2008 July 13 at 1:30 am i lost my number, can i have yours?
2008 July 13 at 1:37 am You have a name for it? hahaha
2008 July 13 at 1:29 pm Bury it lovingly into the vibrator grave
2008 July 15 at 5:23 pm it's gone to the great vibrator heaven in the sky!!
2008 July 24 at 4:26 pm Back when I was a girl I had to walk to school uphill both ways thru the snow everyday. I didn't have a bus to ride, and I didn't have batteries for my vibrator, it was called a dildo and I used my wrists to create the desired motion. If you do that enough your arms will look like Popeye's. Anyway, how do you think slutty women masturbated for the last 100,000 years? Not with pinecones.
2008 August 10 at 1:42 pm Nice blog you have here. Though as a spanko I must say your slutty butt needs a good reddening.