& i WAS thinking of you after all:)

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& i WAS thinking of you after all:)hey!warning: this is a longish message. i’m not expecting a response & i know you’re busy, but i need someone to talk to.so… i increased my workouts & my body rubbing & lotion-ing & i ate better & TRIED to get more sleep & by the end of my week, i’d put a 1/4″ on my tits, 3/4″ on my ass & took another 1/2″ off my waist to put me at a solid 38-29-38 (34 ribs/31 low waist… suck in the waist to 27&1/2… arch it all for dramatic effect…) as well, i lost 2.5 lbs to weigh my 5’11” in @ 147.5.i knew there was no fukin’ way i was going to see you but why not try to look good anyways in case of a damn miracle?but i really knew there was no such miracle coming my way so i’d put off the body shave till Sun PM when, with the night cleaners toiling away w/the EasyOff, i locked myself in the bar lady’s room w/my “7 Step of Feminization Hypnosis” tracks & my shaving supplies for two and a half hours of meticulous hair removal. come Mon morn, i was really fukin’ smooth.i went to work early, hoping to get all my sht done so that i could fukin’ go out & spend some gyrl time. it had been a grueling week & i’d skipped gyrl time to get my boi work load done and get myself as hott as i could be….but Mon was hell.though i had done payroll for my company the night before, it was only a safety. i’d have to redo it for the new payroll service we were switching to. much bahis şirketleri of my week had been spent setting up & mastering the new software & systems. hopefully i’d be able to knock it out in time to get the rest of my sht done before things got busy. i still had to put in product orders & do scheduling & prep for the upcoming inventory.lo & behold, at the end of the entering the new payroll, i get the fukin’ blow: for the past six years, while my fellow 2nd layer managers & i have undergone A: a recession pay-cut lasting way beyond the recession; B: a salary restoration that did not include any kind of compensation for said cut; C: one uuber-paltry & super-delayed token raise after ‘B’ which certainly did not even begin to cover inflation over all that time and; D: year end bonuses based on nothing but “how little can we get away with giving them…” after all that… i come to find out when reviewing management salaries that our boss has managed to more than double his salary over that period of time; an increase of $109,000.00 a year. & no… we don’t get benefits like insurance or 401 or anything…. & fuk no… i don’t know why he’d allowed me to be in a position where i could find all this sht out.i was fukin’ morally outraged, but too busy to really let it sink in. some employees were coming to work who hadn’t heard the news yet… one of their fellow employees, youwin a very pretty (& popular) girl who recently took a leave of absence had hung herself that week, leaving her five-year-old boy motherless.& as i got up on deck to deal with that, we got fukin’ slammed & all hell broke loose. we achieved true bone crushing volume… all the better, i suppose, to pay our sht boss for his 35hr week as i & my fellow managers do our 60-80s.usually, i wrap up mondays in time to get to gyrl prep by 12:30AM. with all that sht i still was able to commence launch by 1:00AM. still… the tears from “girl-down” were difficult to keep at bay. i used to run the kind of place where sht like that DID NOT fall through the cracks… though… obviously… i’m not running it any more… just doing all the work.but prep was going well & everything was laid out & i had a close shave & primer was on & the new foundation was on (difficult ’cause our lost girl was REAL good at foundation) & it seemed my recent work w/orange to counter “muzzle shadow” was going well so i got some “shimmering onyx” over my eyelids & was about to set my brows to get ready for the mascara before the lipliner/cream-stick/gloss action when i noticed some of the “muzzle” orange showing through at the edges…so i reached for the powder & brush to blend things in a bit & totally fuk’d everything up.& it could not be youwin giriş repaired… though i vainly tried…i’d already put away my face cleaning supplies (to give my face set time & make for a quick departure) so i had to get all that sht out again & i did not do it neatly… i was SO angry.& there was no time to reapply & my face was too irritated to do it… i’d pulled it all off before it all had time to calmly settle in & all i could do was to remove/wash/moisturize then flush the towelettes down the toilet, sit cross legged on the floor, light a Parliament and…”shtcockfukwhoremutherfukrcuntsonofabitchsukingslutfukwhoremotherfukrBITCH!!!”& that’s the short version w/out the volume, the double fist shaking and the throbbing temples.all i could think of doing was to reach into my case & pull them out… the thigh highs i’d worn when we were together.i slowly brought them to my face, gently cupped them all about my muzzle and carefully, attentively… inhaled for a long, extended, single deep breath… they still smelled of your sexx… the sexx you’d gushed all over me as you rode on top and leaked your juices all down and between my legs like a good gurl…& my eyes filled up w/the tears, but they didn’t leak… they just felt better.so i lit another Parliament & thought of you some more.it had been a crappy day except for that moment… well… that moment & the one earlier when i’d bought you something pretty online… well… maybe a little tougher & sexxier than pretty, but to me it’s fukin’ pretty…& you’re prettier & sexxier than anything i’ve ever encountered…& i WAS thinking of you after all:)xxx… O!your gyrl

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