I love knowing what I do to him. I love knowing that I don’t go unnoticed. that every time I bend over he sees it and wants it. That when I change his heart sinks when clothes come back on. That even though there are attractive women at his job, it’s not until he thinks of me do his pants get tighter. I love giving him a boner in public so that whoever is looking sees that six inches away from his manhood is his hand holding and stroking mine and no one else’s. I’m am so proud to have him that yes, I show him off to the world. Because aside from all of that he loves me more than anyone or anything, even himself sometimes. And that is enough to make anyone feel like they can run this shit.
I just bought a standard and I don’t know how to drive it and I just tried to figure it out and I got stuck and now I think I’ve fucked it up and I’m so scared I just want to cry.
Look how goddamned cute I was, my sister dressed me like onto10 times a day apparently. Suck it, nerds. ♥♥
if boys hands worked the clit like they work video game controllers maybe the world would be a better place
You will be stupid. You will worry your parents. You will question your own choices, your relationships, your jobs, your friends, where you live, what you studied in college, that you went to college at all… If that happens, you’re doing it right.