PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@theartofmadeline
Not today Justin

oozey mess

Janaina Medeiros

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Mike Driver
DEAR READER
Xuebing Du
dirt enthusiast
NASA
YOU ARE THE REASON
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@sillinessincarnate
Dating men is literally self harm, they should take me to the loony bin to save me from myself
Masturbating feels too fking divine, if I can find someone that can make me feel this good
can i come over and lay on you? for science
I don't dress slutty for attention...
Well actually I do. I want women to say I'm pretty, or that my makeup is pretty, or something.
I dress for attention from women
My yearning when it comes to them is the type of greed they talk about in the bible
powerpuffgirls
doctor prescribed me hair strokes and “good girl”s while i lie in your lap. for my anxiety
✨Manifesting a cutie to obsess over ✨
Need a pretty boy to cuddle with
Need a pretty boy to bury his head in my breast and whine and hump my leg
Need a pretty boy whimpering and panting begging to be inside of me
sweet girls deserve crying orgasms
please be nice to me my mood depends on how you treat me
George Seferis, from Collected Poems; "Memory I" (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
[Text ID: I whispered: memory hurts wherever you touch it,]
Hands around your throat, but this isn't foreplay
Crying because I wanna be someone's darling and have them care and obsess over me♡
Was sitting in his bed we were about to play a movie and he goes to the bathroom. Idk how I got in the position of him standing in front of me, the shape of him very obvious in his sweats and some water marks on the side of his pants. I’d usually be icked out but could only think about what he was hiding in there.
Maybe I should’ve looked up at him wide eyed, innocent. Grabbed his hips and forcing his attention on me, sliding my hands down to the band of his pants. Maybe pull on it teasingly and look at him inquisitively for permission.
Maybe he looks back at me confused about what’s happening, so I guide him to sit down next to me. Put a hand above his knee, dragging it up slowly pushing his upper body onto the bed. Moving on top of him, maybe put my lips next to his ear and ask him if he wants me to continue. My hand now on his bulge, gently caressing him through his pants. Then I put the pressure of my full hand, feeling his heat and teasing his tip.
My head is still next to his when I whisper, do you want me to stop? I kiss his cheek and make a trail to his neck, gently licking and nibbling on his soft skin. My other hand making its way under his shirt and up his stomach, feeling how hard and hot his chest was.