I’ve been on earth for 2580 Tuesdays. Somebody’s 26 year old son hit on me today.
While it was happening my mind was racing.
Your child will be 25 next month.
This boy is 26.
25.
I was born 18060 days ago though…
26.
But he’s fine as fuck though old Jesus looking bitch he’s my type.
26.
Damn it. He’ll only be in town for a few days though I could ruin him for literally anyone else which is my favorite thing to do.
25, bitch.
Racing.
26.
I said it was flattering and I’m confident he’ll find some milf to bone and he can mark that off his broseph bucket list in no time but I’ll have to decline.
Who even am I right now?
Don’t matter… 26.
Mind racing.
One hug will knock your socks off. They don’t make excuses in my size because I’m too big to fall soft.
Don’t fall oft.
You ain’t in charge.
I’m bigger than your dreams
you can’t afford diamonds this large.
On average, I only got about 9940 days left here though…
No.
25.
I’m bigger than your grand kids dreams and neither yet exists.
26.
You’re too young for this.
He says I totally get that.
Fair enough.
But… if I want to watch him cum would that do anything for me?
Mind returns to baseline.
Oh darling.
There it is.
The wisdom kicks in…
On the other hand though I really like saying no.
Facts.
Saying no is the most free fun anyone can have.
Facts.
I’m still a fucking dirty pervert but I’m not Aang the last Avatar level dirty.
I do have some limits.
Took over 500 months to figure that out.
The year he was born I had 3 boyfriends in different states.
Back then I probably would have sat on his face before I knew what his name was.
I’ll be 27 this weekend he says as if that matters or sweetens the deal in any way.
Glad I got to see myself
Say no for once
Before it got embarrassing… for me anyway.
Flattering ain’t shit.
Plus my kid would be rightly pissed.
Ugh I’d have to think about that if…
No.
Ooh. I like the sound of that.
Hell no.
Even better.
No matter how old they are on this day I feel worth more than this.
He missed out.
Po little Tink Tink.
Happy Tuesday to me.
(Let’s see what sort of dumb shit my “masculine” energy gets me into tomorrow…)
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