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This Weekend

Added 2020-01-07 15:51:03 +0000 UTC

I would just like you to know that this weekend Max invited my troublesome pup and I to her house up North. I’ve never been, but the idea of spending so much time with her has me giddy.

She offered to pick me up and drive us there and back, because she knows driving makes me anxious (especially long-distance driving, and winter driving). And she mentioned that she’s bought a selection of toys for my wild pooch in preparation, which made me love her even more.

Sleeping next to her is such a rare treat, a whole weekend is unimaginable. We’re already both joking about how it will go too fast and we’ll be dragging our feet when it’s time for me to go home.

She’d been describing her bed to me, it’s one of those sleigh beds with the luxurious fabric headboards. Her ex chose it and she always thought it looked like it belonged in a whorehouse, so she calls it the whorehouse bed. What she likes about the bed is the super plush and comfy headboard. Since she is obsessed with having pretty girls sit on her face, this is a key feature. She was telling me she couldn’t wait for us to put her whorehouse bed to good use. “Finally the bed you deserve!”

We were texting, but the pinging string of frantic texts illustrated her urgency.

“Omg no!”

“Noooooooooooooo!!!”

“I didn’t mean...”

“Not because you’re a whore, because it’s big and comfortable!!!”

“Ugh!”

“That just sounded like I was calling you a whore and I just meant because it’s so pretty and comfy and”

“omg noooooooo”

I assured her I knew what she meant and giggled at her embarrassment.

Either way, expect some photos of me in her beautiful whorehouse bed.