“Asks” from my Tumblr followers
Good girl. Take that shit and own it; life gave you a weight to bear, and if you’re fortunate enough to wrench a little respite from your body now and then, hey… carpe-fucking-clitoris, baby.
And don’t forget to come back the next time you need inspiration.
I don’t know if my brain has lips, but I feel fairly certain it has teeth.
So smooch carefully.
See? What did I just say…?
None of you girls value me for my mind… you just want me for my sexy, sexy phlegm!
I’d spit on you, if I didn’t know it would just turn you on, sicko.
In my black little heart of hearts, would I love to be some chick’s first big mistake? Would I like to bite an untouched lip, look into her eyes, and savor the moment when her innocence dies? Would I delight in the opportunity to whisper little cruelties in her ear and lick the tears from her cheek as her body accepts the first of many invasions?
Oh, hell yeah. I’ll probably write something like that eventually.
But in practical terms, I’d feel reluctant. Being a girl in this world is tough, and being a twisted little pervert on top of that only makes it tougher; I’d recommend first giving plain ol’ fucking a shot, just to see if it’s actually more compelling than it looks. (Some weirdos folks swear by it.)
On behalf of myself and God, you’re welcome.
I’ve already been told that the blog causes orgasm and reduces anxiety; now you’re saying it’s a workout routine, too. Hm.
If I can figure out how to get eight essential vitamins and minerals into this bitch, I’m taking it to the FDA.
Everyone is right. 🙂 You should always be careful, particularly when you’re nineteen, because nineteen year old girls don’t often know all the ways a man can hurt them. Bear in mind that getting yourself in over your head is hot, right up until the moment that it isn’t.
With that said, I’m not particularly scary. The younger you are, the harder you have to work to convince me to treat you as anything less than a young lady. I can be convinced, of course, but I’m not going to start shouting “STUPID CUNT!” at you just because you wanted to say “hello”.
You’re right to tell me. Good girl.
I want nothing more than to squeeze your little heart so hard that you can feel the throbbing in your cunt.
One of your dad’s friends.
