"Holy shit I'm tired..."

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"Holy shit I'm tired..."
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can you imagine harry tattooing you.. like he almost always tattoos with his shirt off, just imagine sittiNG IN HIS FLAT AND HIM GETTING READY TO TATTOO YOU AND THE POPPING OF THE GLOVES AND THEM HIM SLOWLY SLIDING HIS SHIRT OFF
Hi so I just got home from meeting JK Rowling and laskjfalskdjfaskdfasd
I'll put pictures up tomorrow but ahhhhhhhhhhh she's so nice! I love her so so much
Ugh.
The only thing I hate about my job is that I have VERY little interaction with people. I love people, I like helping people, I like being around people. But housekeeping is very... I don't know... You don't really talk to anyone BUT your coworkers, and that's about it.... D: WHY. XKVJSDIFUSDF.
I miss people.
I miss helping customers. FUUUUU
Breathplay doo doo doo~
Megan ([email protected]) submitted:
Chris nearly unseats Darren but he just holds on tighter, pumps his hips and fists one hand in the sheets as his other wraps around the pale column of Chris’ throat. It’s not enough pressure, enough breadth to choke him completely, but Chris wheezes out a whine as Darren’s thumb presses up and back into the notch of his throat and it’s pretty much perfect.
Darren slides out slowly, dragging his cock inside Chris’ body and steadily removing the weight of his hand against Chris’ throat until just the head remains inside and just his fingertips skim lightly over the hollow and dip of Chris’ neck. He pauses there for a moment, grins at Chris writhing and breathily yelping-- and Darren knows, he so knows, that if Chris had full use of his voice right now he’d be cursing and screaming at Darren, but he doesn’t and that’s kind of the best part.
Darren presses his thumb in again as he slides to the hilt and oh, there is going to be a bruise there tomorrow and Hair and Makeup is going to kill him-- both of them-- for the mark, but Chris’ eyes roll back as he tries to gasp and just can’t and fuck it’s so hot that neither of them really care.
SO THIS HAPPENED. MY FRIENDS ARE AWESOME.