A few weeks ago Sabrina Morgan was a name for me that conjured memories of a notorious one-legged stripper from Seattle who’d only perform while drunk. Now, thanks to the Sugasm, she’s known as SugarBank’s foxy sex-cop (with a sideline in asking people to fix things I’ve broken for which I’m eternally grateful.)
Now she’s actively blogging in a couple of places, a one woman publishing empire whose intellect battles her bustline for attention. One blog’s devoted to her sexuality, the other to her opinion. Enjoy.
Mmmm, thank god for cops. They always show up when I’m lost & helpless.
Sabrina, will you hold my hand and help bring this internetually clueless boy to sugasm? Sam’s already at wit’s
end trying to explain posting pictures to me. I promise to do exactly as you say…
zero - I feel rejected but then again - Sabrina’s got that whole stocking thing working for her…
Sam- a drunken one-legged stripper? I’m touched. Somehow you know just how to charm a gal…
zero- I’ll hold your hand any day (as long as you wash it first). My inbox is open to you so feel free to shoot questions my way.
Sam- What? You looked GREAT in stockings. Remember when we robbed that liquor store?
Sabrina- you’ll have mail in a little bit.
Sweet mother of GOD, how do I get harassed by that cop?
Sabrina is truly amazing.. if only that asshole of a cop (who stopped me from speeding the other day, refusing to ackowledge that it was perfectly necessary for me to be traveling at the speed i was… fuckwit) could have been so helpful, knowledgable and just plain downright *fun* as her, i’d be a richer Minx. By $150.
Mwah Sabrina — love ya, gal.
La Minxxxxxxxxxx