What if I'm laying underneath you and before you sink your new longer and thicker strap into me, you casually let rest on my belly for a second? What if I just now saw that it almost reaches my belly button, and start getting anxious that I won't be able to fit the whole thing in? Maybe you'd just give me a gentle kiss and tell me that you'll make it fit. Spread my legs with your arms, position the tip against my hole and tell me to watch.
Slowly rub the tip against my pussy, knowing I'd start dripping just from the thought of you sliding inside. Not long after you'd slide the tip in, letting me get used to the way it stretches me.
Starting to move your hips very slowly. Just teasing me with the tip. Making me watch it all and the need to be filled to grow stronger. Imagining how it would feel like to have the whole toy in. Having more of you inside of me.
"Aw what's wrong dear?", you'd ask pretending you don't understand the hazy look in my eyes
"Can you slide it all in?"
"Hm?", still acting all clueless
"Can you slide it all in, please?"
"Aww but didn't you say you don't think it would fit?"
"I want to try it", practically whining at this point
And without anything else needing to be said you'd start sinking the strap little by little until you bottom out. The whole time I'd have to watch the little bump it creates in my belly slowly grow.
And of course, when I'm all comfortable you'd start slamming into me, still ordering me to watch how the strap is poking from my belly. So what if we did that, hm?
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"this thing is so rare, if you put everyone it affects on an island it would be the 20th most populated country in the world, more than the UK, more than South Korea, and more than Canada AND Australia AND Tunisia all put together. we can literally forget about it that's not many people"
it's about autism and EDS and intersex variations and about trans people and also it's about golden blood and it's about blind people, it's about screaming all day long and howling the night out that you exist even if you're not everywhere, you're small but your heart beats and your lungs pump air and they want you forgotten in the pages of a book they won't read
i bring a sort of "it doesnt matter if youre into porn or not, getting elitist and mad at people for being horny aligns you with the agenda of the alt right" vibe to the conversation that some ppl dont like
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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
Also even if you want to be selfish about it: people not having student loans benefits everyone who would like to sell them something, as they will now have more money to spend on things. This is 5th grade fake storefront-level economics.
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Popstar Chrissy doing a mash up with her best friend Eddie and his world famous metal band Corroded Coffin. They tour together to promote the album. The vibes between the fans is relatively good since the new album dropped, but the concerts are still a weird mix to see together.
Steve somehow wins a backstage pass and is excited to meet Chrissy. He's loved her music since she first started, and Robin is gonna be so jealous that she wasn't able to be there with him. So he gets led backstage into a green room where he's told to wait. He scans the room and is surprised to find a lack of soft pastels and bling that she normally wears. Instead the room is filled with black and leather, littered with half-full pop bottles and a few open notebooks scrawled with drawings and weird lyrics.
Of course he realizes the mistake a second too late when the door opens and in walks Eddie, who is just as confused as Steve because "this is Not the groupie he asked for." Steve's upset he apparently doesn't get to meet Chrissy after finding out she's already left, but now he's miffed that apparently he's not hot enough to be asked back-stage by a rock star. Eddie would be lucky to have a guy like Steve interested in him. Steve's a damn catch and he knows it.
They bicker. Steve's full of sarcastic remarks and "you wish you could pull someone like me" which immediately hooks Eddie. Sure this isn't the guy he asked for, but Steve bitching at him is absolutely adorable. No one's talked to him like this in ages and damn Eddie forgot how much he likes being told off. It's a move that's always worked on him. Except the downside of fame and fortune is he's surrounded by people who put him on a pedestal. Being worshipped was fun at the start, but Eddie wants this guy to step on him and he wants it bad.
Now he's asking Steve to stay. Steve's worked himself up so much that he almost says no. But that's also the problem… he's worked himself up a little too much. This world-famous rockstar is about to get on his hands and knees begging to suck Steve's cock. It's been a while since Steve's been laid, and even though this guy isn't his usual type, he's got pretty, brown eyes he knows will shine like stars when his throat is stuffed full.
Steve sneaks out in the morning. He doesn't mind one night stands but hates the awkward "good morning" and "well this was fun" part of the charade. It might have been the best night of his life, but he's sure as hell not going to tell him that. The guy's a rockstar, which means he's probably got an ego to match the size of his dick; One he's going to be fantasizing about for a long time.
Eddie wakes up alone. And he tells himself that's fine, it's no different than any other time he's pulled a groupie at a show. The tour moves on. Show after show, Eddie's security asks if he's interested in anyone, but he honestly couldn't be bothered. He can't stop thinking about the guy who got away. Some random hook-up in Indiana of all places, the state he spent his entire childhood trying to escape from, has taken his big AND little brain hostage. He'd rather fuck his own fist to a memory than try to chase the feeling between someone else's legs.
Too bad he never got Steve's last name.
But… Chrissy only left early because she wasn't feeling well. Normally she wouldn't abandon her fans, but it was an emergency. It wasn't an accident Steve got pulled backstage; he really did win a one-on-one with her for pictures and a live shout out, along with some exclusive merch.
She's got Steve's info. She's tired of listening to her best friend mope about his mystery man.
does anyone have that quote that goes something like 'white germans under the nazis lived just fine as long as they were loyal to the state, gave their children to the army, and paid their taxes, and in this sense many americans would be comfortable living under fascism' trying to find who said it but google is giving me jack shit
"The concentration camp was never the normal condition for the average gentile German. Unless one were Jewish, or poor and unemployed, or of active leftist persuasion or otherwise openly anti-Nazi, Germany from 1933 until well into the war was not a nightmarish place. All the “good Germans” had to do was obey the law, pay their taxes, give their sons to the army, avoid any sign of political heterodoxy, and look the other way when unions were busted and troublesome people disappeared. Since many “middle Americans” already obey the law, pay their taxes, give their sons to the army, are themselves distrustful of political heterodoxy, and applaud when unions are broken and troublesome people are disposed of, they probably could live without too much personal torment in a fascist state — some of them certainly seem eager to do so. "
My family had an NES when I was growing up and my dad liked it too. We’d go to thrift stores and grab random cartridges some weekends. One of the games was called Lolo and it was like 99 floors. You were a little blue guy, Lolo. Utterly harmless and trying to navigate the many traps and trials of the tower.
As a family we’d been working through the levels, slowly ascending the tower together and every so often the game would give a code to skip to an upper floor and lock in our progress.
One day it was just my dad and I at home. I was in trouble for some childish misdeed and supposed to be staying in my room, but my dad was playing Lolo so I snuck out of my room to watch. I moved soundlessly over the squeaky wooden hallway and posted to behind the couch where I could still see the TV. We’d been stuck on a specific floor and we knew it was the one that would drop a code so we could skip back to this level. He was at it for a while.
I watched him do a risky maneuver, thinking to myself that it was a pretty ballsy strategy as he only had one life left.
But to our mutual surprise it worked; he succeeded in clearing the floor. In his euphoria he jumped up and whooped, running to my room, so full of joy he needed to share the moment with me. I froze and watched him run down the hall. He looked into my room then looked around in puzzlement, finally spotting me behind the couch.
We stared at each other. I waited to see if I was in more trouble but instead he exclaimed, “You saw me! I did it!”
I jumped up to celebrate with him and we recommenced playing together, excited to see the new level he’d revealed. My earlier misdeed and the sin of sneaking away from the first punishment were both washed away in jubilation. He was just too happy he’d been witnessed.
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This morning I showed up to work and my boss was like "congratulations :))" and I was kinda confused so asked her on what and she said "your name, I heard about it on the radio"
So far I have counted two online articles and apparently the radio is also talking about my name change so I'll keep you guys updated when I'm on national tv or something
it’s not pilates, it’s not skincare, it’s not moral virtue manifesting in the form of physical beauty, you’re not gonna grow old like that, they didn’t even grow old like that, and the cosmetic procedures you can afford are not gonna look that good
