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What would you do to a drunk little girl who craves your attention
Tell her to sober up and see if she’s still feeling brave.
Like there’s something to be afraid of 😶
Girls with big mouths have absolutely nothing to be afraid of.
Because they’re irrelevant.
What would you do to a drunk little girl who craves your attention
What would you do to a drunk little girl who craves your attention
Tell her to sober up and see if she’s still feeling brave.
Like there’s something to be afraid of 😶
Girls with big mouths have absolutely nothing to be afraid of.
Because they’re irrelevant.
Who was your celebrity crush when you were a teenager?
That’s a tough one… while I cling to the memory of various ‘90s girls, my ‘80s obsessions have faded. But to the best of my recollection:
Phoebe Cates, mainly for Fast Times At Ridgemont High. She also scored cool points when she married Kevin Kline.
Also, Jennifer Jason Leigh, for same. She scored cool points for playing a vast assortment of whores and victims and psychopaths in the years to come.
Kathy Ireland, of course.
Deborah Foreman, for Waxwork, wherein a high school girl gets lost in a supernatural wax museum and ends up falling in love with the whip of the Marquis de Sade.
There’s probably more, but my brain is too embarrassed to admit it. (Pretty sure I was into Madonna for about a year, around her Lucky Star period.)
I’m keeping my cum about a week now, so I can blast a huge load on video and send it to you to enjoy my male moanings. Are you down?
NO.
no no no I explicitly do not want this.
pls just go away.
Don’t be so quick to dismiss this poor soul. He’s obviously a sperm-hoarder. And in the spirit of Marie Kondo, we should help him.
Your balls do not spark joy, sir. At least one of them has to go.
“I believe in you” means a little more the first time a girl kneels and prays to you.
“I believe in you” means a little more the first time a girl kneels and prays to you.
Tumblr just informed me that today is Bedtime Stories’ sixth birthday. In terms of sex blogs run by mean old men, that’s, like, a century. And if it feels forever to me, it must feel even more so to some of you… some of you little freaks have been with me your entire adult lives, through all my moods.
We live to fight another year. Onward, hoopleheads.
Tumblr just informed me that today is Bedtime Stories’ sixth birthday. In terms of sex blogs run by mean old men, that’s, like, a century. And if it feels forever to me, it must feel even more so to some of you… some of you little freaks have been with me your entire adult lives, through all my moods.
We live to fight another year. Onward, hoopleheads.
Someone DM’d to say this song always make them think of me, and I’ve gotta admit… Got You (Where I Want You) is one of my favorites from that time period.
(Fun thing to note in the video: check out a smoking-hot Joey Potter before Pacey or Tom Cruise got to her, and I believe I spotted a few-years-before-X-Men James Marsden in there, too.)