When She realizes how easily you are controlled,
and how many accessories you could come with…
it’ll all be over for you.
Month: June 2015
i think im gonna commit seppuku
i never elaborated on this post but since i made it thru the ordeal a stronger man here what happened:
my mother came thru to visit me and like i was in the middle of a deathmatch so i got up and opened the door and ran to my controller and forgot i left the laptop open she got in and went to the living room and my joint was there open and some full screen high fidelity shesfreaky.com head action goin on and im so into the game i forgot i let my mother in but then i got killed and remembered then i notice she was mad silent so i look to my right and she squinting at the laptop bruh i felt my whole world crumble i lost all my strength and resigned to a hermit life of total isolation from relatives and society in the space of 0.13 seconds i ain’t even got up fast my knees jammed up i remembered my dog “teacher” from when i was 6 then i remembered my first girl “janine” i tried to remember my father but i ain’t seen that nigga in so long all i visualized was a mustache i finally got up and with every step i took it was another second of my mother watchin shorty go dumb on the dick with the nigga adlibin “yeah bitch get my dick wet you know i like my dick wet” smh i finally got there and managed to muster the force necessary in my right hand to close the laptop my mother aint say shit but the horror in her eyes my guy lemme tell you there was a brief moment of silence then she just asked me to read the instructions on this lasagna base thing and retreated to the kitchen like enemy infantry when confronted with something terrible i think in her heart she lost a son in those 15 seconds of nastiness i aint even try to explain i just called my older brother to say “goodbye” he said “damn…………….well, its not that bad” that pause between the damn and the rest of the sentence made me realize how bad it was i just laid there contemplating where god went wrong when he made me that when i made the original seppuku post nearly a month after the ordeal im finally gettin a hold of my life again and what kept me goin was the fact that at least it wasn’t my itunes open and she ain’t see how many plays destiny’s child’s “cater 2 u” got on my joint
Bitch, if you wanna a burguer…
This video is my life motto.
(Source: http://fuckyeahlolawolf.tumblr.com/)
I went to bed wanting tacos. I woke up this morning wanting dick. Bae is coming home early and bringing me both. Life just keeps getting better and better.
The Edge of Coming
StandardWe talked ourselves to the edge of coming before we left the bar.
Fancy cocktail bars still feel like dress up to me, and I suppose that’s part of the appeal. It’s not my natural habitat, so I hide in the shadows and play pretend as I sip my drink. With her it’s the other way around, and the bar opens its red velvet tongue to welcome her in.
It all vanished as we slipped into a corner, and when she whispered in my ear I couldn’t hear anything else. It was just her breath and her hand on my leg; her words went straight to my cock.
“Make me do everything,” she purred into my ear.
With her, everything meant quite a bit, and I didn’t have to ask where to start. She didn’t want to think, and she didn’t want to question anything. She wanted me to force her to kiss me when we walked in the door and tell her just how to stand as I watched her. She needed me to tell her what to remove and what to leave on, and she needed me to scrub doubt from my mind.
“Should I make you kneel?” I asked her, and she wondered for a second if I meant right then. She nodded her head, and I kept going.
“Should I make you ask and beg for things you don’t want? Should I make you blush with questions you’re too scared to answer?”
She simply nodded again and her voice was lost. I held her hand more tightly than I needed to, and I could feel her body tense as my arm touched her breast when I reached for my drink. She wanted me to say more, but I was quiet as I sipped from my glass. Her imagination could be worse than mine; the longer I let her wait, the more she worried. By the time I finished and took her hand to leave, her legs were weak and I was ready to burst.
“I’m not going to fuck you for a very long time,” I whispered as she put on her coat. She trembled but stayed silent. “When I do let you come, I promise it will be for a reason. It will be for a reason that you have worked very hard to find.”
I caught her when she slipped on the step, and even in the cab she was silent.
*dies a little bit inside*
Because I know people who need to see this.
Not only is this person fantastically gorgeous, but their tattoos are so aligned with my inner self. Whoa.
Clothes hanger attached to nipples, rope up to
the carabiner, then across the room to me, where I lay on a pillow and
periodically vary the pressure to amuse myself.r/p TheRopeGeek; m Kuro_Neko
Rope: M0co Jute MBE Edition
UUUNF
