I'm a needy bitch. I know it. My husband knows it. Frog knows it. Everybody I know knows it, I think. I can't help it; it is part of my nature. I want to know that I did a good job. I want to know that my slave heart pleased someone. It is such a sweet sentiment, isn't it?
But CALL me a needy bitch? And I might have to change my panties. >.<
Frog calls it "high maintenance"....I don't care what you call it...just say it every now and then. :)
You needy bitch, you.