Earlier today, my cunt actually said “Don’t be creepy, Daddy.” She might as well tell water not to be wet.
“He gave each woman a choice: be my sex slave or be my corpse.”
When I was a kid, these were sold in every grocery and convenience store… you couldn’t buy a copy of *Playboy* within forty miles, but you could have all the rapey detective mags you wanted.
The only reason I didn’t have a vast collection of them stashed away is that the cover was always the best part… the interior was usually a visual let-down.
Every time I see sunlight bursting through a thigh gap, I’m instantly reminded of Fatboy Slim’s Halfway Between The Gutter And The Stars.
My home will be spotless, but your body will never be.
Not a pick up attempt just curious. Your info says owned but your about says the blog is to get over someone. Are they the same person?
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Yes. He didn’t want me to get over him, as it turns out.
RPB was doing such a shitty job of getting over me, I figured something needed to be done. I mean, you don’t forget someone by raising up a shrine to him and worshipping it, but the silly cunt just doesn’t know what to do with herself in these situations. She’s normally pretty bright, but that wet hole between her legs makes her stupid as stone.
So I had to put her body and mind under new management.
NOTE TO SELF: Stay the fuck off Tumblr until you’re caught up on GoT and Orphan Black.
I’m such a prude. Oh yeah, give me all the porn with the ladies being twisted, bound, fucked, and degraded into drooling, piss-soaked animals, but the microsecond I see scat come up on my dashboard, I do an instant unfollow.
There is nothing sadder than having to tell a man to hit you harder 🙁
My first time hitting a woman (in that far away land called “the early ‘90s”) she had to tell me to go harder, and it literally killed the relationship. She loved me, but just couldn’t settle for a guy who she had to coax into treating her like a woman. I was crushed, but in retrospect, I don’t blame her at all.
It was a lesson I only needed to learn once.
You know you are one trivial, irritating twat when someone goes to this much trouble to shut you up.