Reading

I know. I know. The tale below is... rough. I switch tenses. I parse phrases. I'm... incomplete. I'm sorry. But there was a reason. I didn't think when I wrote this. I felt. I let the memories of what happened move me, motivate me, guide me. I sort of relived it even, in my head, rocking back and forth, stuffed with a double dildo and eating chocolate. It was an experience in and of itself. So