Losing My Bad Girl

Life is good, and I am growing wiser by the minute, so you'd better hurry before I lose my bad girl! I can't wait to do something outrageous like glide my wet pussy lips all over your smooth shiny bald head! Hell, even if it's not so smooth I just want to feel alive before I die and become Ms. Boring. I want to dance on bar tops, no gyrate on them just because I can. I want everyone to look and cheer and hoot and howl to my lack of immodesty. Who invented modesty anyway? Someone's sexually dead wife, I betcha! When you pull my hair in bed I want you to pull it for real and I don't want to be ashamed for having said so. While I still feel my petulance I want to be manhandled, not hurt. I know who's the boss. Do you? Lovemaking Is for the good. The older I get, the better I become. So before I am forever spoiled to life's stimulations, passions and unadulterated good vibrations: cum suck from the vine!