It's grandma Donna here looking for some kisses to lube my lips with. These lips don't secrete the fluid like they used, if I don't get someone here soon they'll be flaking and crackin' off like a dead fish that's been left on the dock in midday heat, attractin' flies and disintegrating basically. Now I apologize that didn't come out as practical as it truly is, that sounded a little desperate. What I need is a man to come over and wet my whistle. I need a little top coat on my tin lizzie, buff it up and take it for a dry run. Hell, I'd settle for ya just coming over and seductively applying chap stick. You'd be real lip saver if you could could do that for GD sake.
A writer living in Portland, OR looking to meet Chuck Palahniuk. Single mom to 2 boys, sales agent and lawyer-in-training.