It is through your words that I came to realize that vocabulary is 90% of the art of seduction. I thank you for teaching so many people all that you know. 😊
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Flattery from pretty girls in their underwear… if this is how the world ends, there are worse ways to go.
Sure! Like, say, when I’m distracting you by playfully touching you with my right hand while the left is pouring something in your drink. Or when I’m running a dictionary attack against one of your accounts, so I can open it up wide and scroll through all the things you’ve prayed I’d never see. Or when I’m discreetly following you home late at night, and thinking about how your bed is going to feel when I’m in it… and you.
Of course, if I’m doing it right, you won’t actually feel the foreplay until much later. And by then, hell, you’ll have already felt much worse.
this reappeared in my notifications and unffff it still makes me feel that sick to my heart but very needy feeling 🥺🥺
It’s nice, knowing you can hit a girl so hard that she still feels it three years later.
Sure! Like, say, when I’m distracting you by playfully touching you with my right hand while the left is pouring something in your drink. Or when I’m running a dictionary attack against one of your accounts, so I can open it up wide and scroll through all the things you’ve prayed I’d never see. Or when I’m discreetly following you home late at night, and thinking about how your bed is going to feel when I’m in it… and you.
Of course, if I’m doing it right, you won’t actually feel the foreplay until much later. And by then, hell, you’ll have already felt much worse.
this reappeared in my notifications and unffff it still makes me feel that sick to my heart but very needy feeling 🥺🥺
It’s nice, knowing you can hit a girl so hard that she still feels it three years later.
Guys. Guys. Now offering rewards to anyone who hooks me up with good caption/story filled blogs. Doesn’t have to be your blog! Just point me in the direction.
Ideally ones that don’t post full on porn cause I gotta either LOVEEE your blog or be in the right headspace to see dicks all causal like.
Plz hit me up for my eternal love and idk nudes or whatever 🤣
Yes indeed I am tipsy. But for REALS.
I protest this slanderous assertion.
There is in fact no known limit to the amount of flustering at my disposal… it’s a renewable source of power, like the warmth of blushing cheeks and the gyrations of squirming hips.
To each their own —unless they’re my own— but… ugh. 😀
I don’t like braids, tight ponytails, or honestly, most kinds of up-do. Even if I appreciate the artistry of it, it’s a turn-off. I mean, at least give me some bangs to work with or something.
To give you an idea of how absurdly ingrained this is in my libido: Ariana Grande should be my idea of a perfect physical specimen, but I pretty much ignore her existence because of how she tends to wear her hair. Madness, I know.
The earliest I remember having an opinion about braids was fourth grade. I had a habit of pulling the hair of the girl who sat in front of me —it was shiny and soft and I liked her— and I was always annoyed when she strategically wore pigtails that were easier to keep out of my reach.
And thus did the petty resentments of a nine year old reverberate throughout the decades.
that Brian Eno quote about how whatever you find most repulsive about a medium (film grain, record scratches/fuzz, CDs skipping) will be the first thing you try and emulate once that medium is obsolete because it’s “the sign of a moment too powerful for the medium assigned to contain it”…. man…….
“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit – all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.” -Brian Eno
I’ve never connected with Eno’s work, but he nailed that right there.
