Of course I do. Every week I show up at the stroke of 11pm eastern looking for you.
And that’s when the fondling begins. I try to feel you up to assess just what kind of silliness you’re looking for and then lavish it upon you.
I get so cuddly as I cocker you into your stick shaking state that I’ve come to expect from you. But that doesn’t mean that I want to nuzzle you in that state any less.
So consider this extended archive your chance to caress yourself back into that cradle of craziness that is our time together each and every week at Bubbles in the Think Tank.