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@kelseys-grin
I'm gonna say what every girl is thinking but won't admit:
I have a group chat with my best friends and we rate every guy we hook up with. Cck size? We talk about it. Performance? We rate it. Stamina? We compare notes. If you sleep with me, you're being reviewed. I'm not apologizing for it. I'm just letting you know the pssy comes with a Yelp review.
I have a fantasy and I'm just gonna say it out loud.
I want to hook up with a complete stranger, have him absolutely wreck my pssy, and then never speak to him again. No names. No numbers. Just pure, animalistic fcking and then I leave. I don't want to know his name. I don't want to know his life. I just want his d*ck and his stamina.
Is that too much to ask? I don't think so.
swear to god, if one more guy tries to "wine and dine" me before we f*ck, I'm gonna lose it.
I don't want dinner. I don't want a movie. I want you to text me "come over," lock the door, and ruin my pssy for the next two hours. Stop wasting my time with salads and small talk. I'm not here for romance. I'm here for your cck. Act like it.
I don't do filters. I don't do fake politeness.
If I want your dck, I'll tell you. If I think you're bad in bed, I'll tell your friends. If I'm craving my pssy being eaten, I'm gonna post about it. I'm not here to be a "good girl." I'm here to be a loud, messy, honest brat who says exactly what's on her mind.
You're either here for the ride or you're blocking me. Your choice.
I don't care if you're my barista, my Uber driver, or my neighbor.
If you look at me with that hungry look in your eyes, I will absolutely think about your c*ck. I'm not saying I'm gonna act on it. I'm just saying I'm a human being with eyes and a libido. I'm not pretending I don't look.
Don't act like you don't look either.
Look at me. I look so innocent, right?
Wrong. I'm sitting here, wine in hand, thinking about how badly I want to get f*cked. I'm not shy. I'm not subtle. I'm just a girl with a glass of wine and a very dirty mind. If you can't handle that, scroll. If you can, slide.
I'm in the mood to be absolutely toxic today.
Drop a 🥵 in my asks if you think you could actually handle my attitude without crying. I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I'm looking for someone who can handle a little verbal abuse, a lot of teasing, and knows how to handle my p*ssy when I finally let them.
If you're sensitive, stay out of my inbox.
Honestly? If you have a cck and you're not a complete idiot, I'm probably down. I'm not proud of it. I'm just being honest. My pssy makes decisions for me sometimes and I've just learned to accept it.
I have never related to a meme more than the ones about being "too horny to have standards."
When I'm difficult, I'm testing you. If you get frustrated and give up, you weren't worth my time anyway. But if you handle my attitude, grab me by the throat, and remind me who's in charge? Congratulations. You just earned yourself a night with my p*ssy.
Be dominant or be gone. It's really that simple.
I love being a brat because it makes guys try harder.
Confession: I still think about my ex's c*ck.
Not him. Not his personality. Not his dumb face. Just the way he handled me. He was annoying as hell as a person, but lord, that man knew how to fck. I miss the dck, not the man. That's the kind of honesty I bring to the table. I separate the two.
I went on a date last night and I'm still annoyed.
He was cute. Good face. Nice smile. Then he opened his mouth and started talking about how "he's not really a cck guy, he's more of an ass guy." Sir. You are talking to a woman with a perfectly good pssy. Why are you telling me you don't care about it? That's like telling a chef you don't like food.
Immediate ick. Next.
Unpopular opinion: I actually hate when guys try to be "sweet" in bed.
Like, no. I don't want you to ask if I'm okay every two minutes. I want you to grab me, throw me around, and fck me like you're mad at me. If you're gonna handle my pssy, handle it with some aggression. I'll tell you if I need you to stop. Until then, shut up and f*ck me.
Right now, what I want is for someone to ruin my p*ssy and not talk to me afterward. I don't want a conversation. I don't want a cuddle. I want to be treated like a toy and then left alone. That's the kind of brat energy I'm bringing today. Come correct or don't come at all.
I'm feeling chaotic. Drop a 🍆 in my asks if you think you could actually handle me in bed. I'm not asking for a paragraph. I'm asking for straight-up confidence. If you're gonna message me, come correct. I'm not here to stroke your ego—I'm here to stroke your c*ck, but only if you earn it.
Let's see who has the balls to show up.
Confession time because I'm bored and the wine is hitting:
I have a massive thing for guys who are completely confident in their cck. Like, don't even show it to me, just tell me you know how to use it. Confidence is the best foreplay. If you walk around like you know you're gonna ruin my pssy, congratulations—you already have me.
Okay, that's all. Carry on.