I'm on the road right now in a car with my stepdad heading back home and we just passed a sign that said, "Warner Rd." 🤣🤣🤣
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I'm on the road right now in a car with my stepdad heading back home and we just passed a sign that said, "Warner Rd." 🤣🤣🤣
Part of being a live-in toy is yearning for your girlfriends if they’re busy.
I knock my hands together and bide my time by tidying the kitchen and the living room, imagining the relief in her eyes at the sight of cleanliness. Sweep, mop, paw longingly at the door to her bedroom. My ears are perked. I trick myself into hearing someone walk through the door over and over again.
I do every task just so, after properly caring for myself, so that if someone, anyone, were to come in they couldn’t resist cupping their hands around my curves. I am delicately, conveniently posed for this.
It is an integral step in the endless act of devotion, to love yourself as the house loves you, for you are the house. You are the comfort and the love, a prized possession, therefore you must burn and suffer deliciously under the permanent circumstances. You live to be rewarded, only to be left to burn again, to be coddled and desired only to yearn for groping and violation.
I organize her jewlery and stack her shoes. I press my face into her laundry and ignore that I’m soaked just from her smell. If I acknowledged it I would ruin her clothes, and I would never finish my chores.
I’ll be good and take care of our beautiful house. I’ll take care of it all if you promise to ruin me forever.
Ok, so maybe I CAN draw.....at least when the 1:30 self-esteem boost hits......why do I draw decently at around 1:00 in the morning, I do not know. Listened to "Poem Panic" to help set the mood.
Haha I'm depressed
Image for my fanfic. Looking in the mirror.
*screams in old people*
I had a lot of fun with this particular piece X)