I'm your best friends wife.
You're my husband's best friend.
And here, in the kitchen,
In the house we all share,
Four drinks deep and cooking dinner,
We could ruin everything.
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@justwannabeme
I'm your best friends wife.
You're my husband's best friend.
And here, in the kitchen,
In the house we all share,
Four drinks deep and cooking dinner,
We could ruin everything.
lord help me 🙃
my roommate and I got drunk last night
we talked and drank and cooked dinner
it was a great night
until we got serious and began trauma dumping
we shared some pretty heavy things, but we've been friends for years and we've never really talked like this
then he says
I want to fuck the shit out of you
and I'm just like what? why me?
which is apparently the wrong thing to say considering the way it made me feel. no one has spoken to me like this in ages. years. ever, honestly.
but I'm married. he was my husband's best man. he's been our roommate for ten years and this could ruin us
someone stole my weed outta my car 😩
my fault for leaving it there but damn
I'm gonna miss that pipe 😪
wake up babes new gender dropped
Sometimes you just gotta pack your vibrator and your penjamin and park in the back of the grocery store parking lot and jack off, alternating smokes from the pen and a pre-crushed camel crush cigarette while listening to the alt radio station and watching old people drive by before going into the store to do the weekly shopping for your boring husband who won't fuck you anymore
I got a call about a job while smoking a joint and went to take a drug test for it 12 days later.
Obvi I tested positive even though I put it down right then and there on the phone and haven't smoked since.
They just called me about it. Asking about my use and telling me I tested positive.
I live in a legal state and told them I took CBD and they gave me this whole lecture about how "CBD isn't regulated it could have more thc than indicated"
Like no crap, that's why I admitted to the cbd and could claim some kind of ignorance.
So idk if they're gonna let me do another test now that it's been about 3 weeks vs a week and a half.
But I also tried to mask it with a detox drink after doing some rabid googling about how I might possibly pass.
If they let me do another test I think I have to get the detox drink again so it seems somewhat normal.
I need this job but I probably ruined it
I said I was going to a club meeting on campus
Instead I walked two blocks away and hung out by myself at a taco bar
Just to get some me time
Because I'm feeling it again. Feeling like I need to run. Like I need to cause drama. Because I can't settle down.
I love the fast paced world of college. I love how everything changes every 4 months. Classes. Friends. Cohort.
But then I see everyone actually wanting to leave school. They want to graduate. They want to grow up and settle down in a career and stay there 40 years and then die.
I don't want that.
I want to keep moving around.
I want to try new things. I want my life to be this forever changing landscape of people and knowledge and experiences and things. I want to join the peace corps, to travel and teach and experience new countries and cultures.
It was raining last night and I couldn't sleep
So I started my favorite TV show again
When you need alone time so you lie about having class on a holiday just so you can go to campus and park in an empty parking lot and get high in your car and fight people on Facebook
Do I do it
Do I go shop
Do I buy it
I need to quit again
Before I'm caught
Using a flashlight to charge a weed pen is so 2025
its never been much of an interest before, but lately i cant stop thinking about being held down and having my cunt forced full of piss… >_<
forced onto my stomach, held down with a strong hand on my back, with a fat cock stretching open my tight little pussy. i whine and tell them it wont fit. all i can do is lay there and take it and listen to the sound of my wet pussy getting destroyed. when their hips still, i start begging them not to cum in me, but to my horror, theyre filling me up with their hot piss first. like, dont worry, theyre still going to cum inside me, but they just really had to go
there's nothing more adorable than a pretty girl with a praise kink.
i take her out on a date, we are sitting across each other at a restaurant. i look deep into her eyes and tell her just how flawless her makeup looks, how stunning the dress she picked is and how breathtaking her body looks in it. i watch her cheeks turn red, her laugh grows nervous, her words get more shy.
on the way home, i drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other drawing circles on her thigh. i keep feeding her little crumbs of approval: i laugh at her jokes, keep saying how funny and clever she is, how interesting i found that story she told me, how i could listen to her talk for hours. i observe how each compliment makes her muscles tense, her thighs press together.
we get to my place, i make sure she notices how i'm looking at her like i've been hunting her all evening, making sure she feels like a prey. i put my hands on her waist, pull her closer, and start whispering. i tell her just how much i crave her. how her scent is intoxicating. how i've never needed anyone the way i need her. her breathing gets more erratic, and the look in her eyes changes.
i say her body feels unbelievable as i tighten my grip, and a whimper falls from her lips.
i stuff my fingers into her mouth and tell her how good her tongue feels, then smile when i feel her starting to suck them more eagerly.
slip my hand beneath her underwear and let out a sigh when i feel how wet she already is. "such a good girl for me... getting yourself ready like this".
i slowly slide inside her and don't stop saying just how perfect she feels from inside, so warm, so tight. i let her know i am going insane with the way she's squeezing my fingers and watch how every word that leaves my mouth makes her squirm harder, whine louder, get more desperate and eager to please me, to show me how much of a good girl she really is, to make me proud to own her.
i keep making her cum again and again until her body is trembling, exhausted. her mind is completely clouded, unable to form a coherent thought. and yet, she keeps taking me like my personal little toy. she knows i'm addicted to how she sounds when she cums, and she needs to make me happy more than she needs air.
i wear her out completely, reshape her pretty little mind into my personal slut, addicted to pleasing me, addicted to the feeling of being praised by me, no desire in her mind being stronger than the one of being my good girl.
3000 notes in 3 days is insane work lmao yall are sluts for praise aren't you