Every Damn Day in June,  femmedom

There Was No Sparkle Magic

You can read the hopeful post I wrote here about this promising subby dude …

Oof. Ever meet someone you’re excited about on paper only to find it all falls flat in person? That was my evening. Two hours of painful small talk, zero chemistry and a frank “this was nice enough but I don’t see it progressing” from me to him and it was over as soon as it began.

Nice guy, good guy, young guy, just not my guy.

Funny enough, when it rains it pours and I have three more messages waiting for responses, so it’s time to get back in the saddle, even if it’s not on a unicorn.

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