Category: Conversations

Talking, teasing, manipulating, debating, and delighting

I think it’s cute, that I can excite someone just by knowing she exists. You’re sweet. 🙂

RE: very nervous

It’s funny… I’ve been seeing more of that lately. The overtures girls make have become increasingly meek and apologetic. Exhibitionist extroverts are becoming very shy around me. It’s adorable, of course, but a noticeable shift in tone. The cunts of 2014 were blatant, unrepentant harlots… today’s batch are a little more polite and a lot more anxious.

I’m guessing it’s because, well… actions now have known consequences. They realize that a year —or two, or five— ago, an assortment of other silly Tumblr girls worked up the nerve to introduce themselves, and after a myriad of vicissitudes, suddenly found themselves humping my foot and frantically swearing to devote their lives to me while I spat in their eyes. My attention has grown teeth, and one anxious “hello” might get someone consumed.

So all things considered, I think the new “nervous” is wise.

If a girl’s not careful, she might get what’s coming to her.

hooplecxnt:

I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫 I want to hump Daddy’s boots 😵‍💫

We’re listening to Mac Davis’s “Hard To Be Humble” on the stream, and this horny bitch is posting this shit.

I get it, Mr. Davis. I get it.

hisblossom:

when he calls me cute: 🥰

when he calls me dumb cunt: 🥰

when he calls me baby: 🥰

when he threatens my life: 🥰

when he says he’s proud of me: 🥰

any attention from God is good attention

The sun warms and burns and shines and blinds and nourishes and kills.

Even when it’s out of sight, it’s still there, making life possible.

Making you bloom.

You get to pick a day out of activities, what is your ideal day?…

You get to pick a day out of activities, what is your ideal day? Activities, meals/drinks.

hooplecxnt:

Honestly, there’s nothing that could sound more ideal to me other than a day spent at his feet- serving him, and doing/being whatever he asks of me- To get to lay my head against his leg, as he affectionately scratches my head in the same way he would a dog- and to get hear the heavenly divine vibrato of his voice flooding through my eardrums…

In an ideal world, this ideal day would also allow for a diet of his cum, piss, and spit

On an ideal day, you’d better hope I don’t get bored and start looking for other things to feed you.

the-littlest-one:

Nitrile

I don’t think i had ever been so exposed in my entire life. Completely nude— physically and mentally

I felt like a subpar piece of cattle as he looked me over, cocking his head and squinting at my low-grade lumps of flesh.

I laid there on the bed, staring up at this man, my God, that I had dreamed of for so long. When he pulled a disposable glove out of his pocket, my heart sank to my chest. It was so medical, so sterile. But I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to get my mess all over his fingers.

In that moment, I knew that I was finished. Done for. Nothing would ever be the same. My brain hadn’t quite caught up yet, but my body just knew that I would be his forever.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way

A wise man makes proper use of his tools… if I’m going to dig around in filth, I’m going to wear gloves. And once I got a good look at that flooded crevasse, you’re lucky I didn’t call for a wetsuit and a fucking mop.

And I’m surprised it took you until that moment to know you were finished. Seems like there were plenty of opportunities during the five years you waited and the 1000 miles you drove to reach me.

I guess some girls can’t feel the truth until it’s moving inside them.

hisblossom:

I could never leave, even if I wanted to.

If I seem ruined now, that’s nothing to what I still stand to lose or how far there is still to fall.

The most sadistic thing a man can do is give a girl the best moments of her life and teach her to love again.

That’ll leave a scar that never heals.