I drove around Daytona half the night last night with my tit.. (OnlyFans)

I drove around Daytona half the night last night with my tits hanging out. I got pulled over. I put my tits away when the lights came on, though. I had no idea he was behind me. I'm kind of curious as to how he knew if he was behind me. I didn't ask. He was a nice guy, though. Decent looking kid. I would have let him interrogate me in ways often found in cheesy porn videos, but it never got that far. It's funny. I think about what I would have-should have done now, but when it was happening, none of that came to mind. I wish it would have. He asked me to keep the tits under wrap and turn off the blue lights under my Jeep. Apparently, people can get confused and think my 1991 Jeep YJ with a total of 9 inches of lift sitting on 37-inch tires is a cop car. You know...the blue lights underneath and all. He's just doing his job. Dumb rule, though. One thing about Daytona Beach...it's hard to get a traffic ticket for just about anything. I'm still pissed I didn't flirt with him. What was I thinking?

"You should invest in a grammar checker if you want to write professionally." What? Does it appear that I am writing a novel here? Oops, I had no idea. Wait. It doesn't read in any way like a book. Plus, the squiggly line appears underneath the shit I spell wrong. So there. Invest in a grammar checker. Go get yourself a grape Slurpee and quit worrying about my spelling.

I was sexting with Bob. He ended the conversation with, "Love you!" Which is hard to read...as in what the actual meaning he intended. What do I want it to mean? That he's head over heels for me. What do I think it means? That he is casually saying it as a friend. Do I love Bob? No, not even close. He's an asshole. I am truly in love with his penis, though. If he let me, I'd fuck his dick till it fell off, and then I would use it as a dildo. That's how much I love his dick. If he was head over heels for me...I might get that chance. Geez. I really need to see a therapist.