Calico Kate

dad who loves your body so so much. dad who loves to feel you, grope and touch how he wants. dad who comes up behind you and pulls you flush to him, his big hands feeling your tummy, squeezing your soft body while he tells you how much he loves it. he cups your tits and you’re flustered by the attention. dad fondles your tits through your shirt, brushing over your clothed nipples. you whine, and he chuckles low and deep in your ear. he knows your body better than you do; he finds all of the places that make you whimper and tremble with ease, touching you with a deft, fatherly reverence. he squeezes your hips and pulls them back. you feel his cock, hard under his clothes, and you can’t help but grind back against him. dad who spends all night worshipping the most perfect thing he ever created.

ideal goal is a husband who’s so disgustingly perverted and obsessed with me and fucks me like it’s his life depends on it

sexy bitches do graphing assignments in little bikinis on hot days

dead serious normalize having an average boring ass life where you have enough to meet your needs we do not need to be remarkable we just need to be alive

i like the concept of soulmates—not a “you’re destined to meet me, and love me” kind of soulmate, but a “i’d pick you, every time.” kind of soulmate. a “no matter what happens, and what has happened, i want to go through it with you.” kind of soulmate. a “i love you by choice, and you’re a blessing, and i’m going to continue thinking about you this way not because i have to but because i want to.” kind of soulmate. a “you help me rest easy when everything is difficult” kind of soulmate. a “in every possible outcome, i want you there, to share it with me.” kind of soulmate.