My room is a mess.
There are dirty dishes on the counter.
The fridge is thoroughly empty.
And the bookshelves are rather disarrayed.
All in all, it seems clear that I have housework to do.
But all I can think about is baking cookies.
Am I hungry? In a manner of speaking.
I just spent the past hour furiously lovin' my oven, until the batteries were wearing out and my clit was numb.
The Boyfriend called an hour ago. Definitely a connection somewhere..
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