Currently listening to: Moonlit Floor – LISA
Kiss me under the Paris twilight
Kiss me out on the moonlit floor
Kiss me under the Paris twilight
So kiss me
I was experiencing a myriad of emotions. To take my mind off things, I hosted a contest on my blog – not this one, but one from my past. The enticing grand prize? snort An exclusive role as my emotional human pet for a year, along with a few bills because let’s be honest, I can be egregious at times.
To my utter astonishment, the contest gained massive interest. People were excited to enter, eager to assume this unconventional role in my life. After a week of collecting entries, I let the readers vote for their favorite. This quirky experiment turned into a mini tradition that I ran for three consecutive years.
Even now, I maintain connections with the three human pets. They’ve become remarkably loyal companions. They were there to listen as I practically word-vomited my feelings, drama, and trauma. Interestingly enough, these chats remained strictly platonic; there was no flirting involved – just genuine human connection.
Him: How’s your pd withdrawal going?
Me: It’s a bad withdrawal. Worse than heroin.
Him: Ok…your pet can help.
Me: Thanks, gonna lie down.
Him: Okay…get sleep 🙂
Him: You work out today?
Me: Yup
Him: Good…sexy bitch = more man meat to choose from.
Me: Need quality man meat.
Him: What’s quality man meat…inspector bitch?
Me: Grade A5. Japanese Wagyu.
Him: Grade A5…
Him: Have you been working out?
Me: Yup
Him: You know, you have a good job, more ass than Kim K, get a real man. someone who will take better care of you.
Me: Fuck it. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I’m gonna focus on my fitness anyway.
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