true disaster.

+ m / f !

     the woman looks like a million bucks. the only thing on her body is red bottom heels, diamonds and a skimpy black dress that left nothing to the imagination. smoking a cigarette, she stared a hole in the other. anastasia had been waiting for them since she first summoned them over to her swanky apartment. “took you long enough,” she said and blew out a puff of smoke. ana dusted off the ashes in the ashtray next to the leather couch she had planted herself on. “take your clothes off— now.” the adult film star orders and uncrosses her legs to reveal she chose not to wear panties this evening. 

                    lexie giggled, almost musically, as he seemed to jerk to attention when she struck him. she cooed, her fingers digging into her chin. “ you like that, don’t you ?? being treated like a little bitch ?? are you gonna cum in your pants, slut ?? i think we both know that if i tell you to, you’ll follow my word. how else are you going to get fucked the way you want ?? if you thought any of those bitches you texted could actually get you off, don’t you think you’d go fuck them ?? but you can’t, can you ?? because they want you to be a big, strong man and you’re not. you’re sad little slut who needs me. don’t think i won’t remember all this shit either. i don’t think you’ll be cumming today, ” the blonde smirked, her contempt plain to see when she slapped him again, this time harder. she didn’t pause this time however. a hand snaked down to grasp the outline of his cock, her clawed fingers digging against the hard length. “ oh, look at that. your body is giving you away. how sad, ”

junie: hmmm 6 or 7 … somewhere in between junie: smaller than me ;) junie: umm rude i gotta. u kno me. i’m a horn dog junie: i gotta. i’m like throbbing so bad.

cj: the best for me? oh sweetie, you shouldn’t have cj: ya know i haven’t actually smoked weed since i was like. 17 cj: and at that time i was in the midst of breaking up with my gf syd cj: the bong was like 300$ and i broke it and cried cj: hopefully there’s less crying this time around lmao cj: ya gonna smoke with me? i’m scared to do it alone

snap ➵ dealer.

cj: hi. please just fucking kill me cj: i’m so tired and my teacher is droning on about nonsense cj: why do i always sign up for 8ams cj: anyway did you get my weed for me or did you forget again cj: because i stg i’m gonn lose it if you forgot. stupid ass 

                    she can sense arousal, bubbling under the surface. it’s her job, in a way, to know when people were beginning to crack. she ran a hand through her blonde locks, shaking her head, a harsh chuckle sprinkling from her lips. “ you think you deserve me ‘ putting out more ’ ?? maybe if i didn’t have to grind my cunt across your tongue just to make myself cum, i’d be a little more generous. but until you learn your place, you’re not worth shit to me. not everything can just come to you without you having to work for it, ” she snapped back. there was a hint of irony in her words. lexie was born with everything, her success was inbuilt, she could not have failed if she’d tried. she stepped forward, her bright eyes staring him down, until she closed the gap between them. her hand grasped at his jaw, fingernails scraping against the skin of his cheek. the floral scent of her perfume was overwhelming as lexie bit down on her bottom lip, shaking her head. “ besides. you’re just doing this to rile me up so i fuck you how you want to be fucked. we both know you’re a dumb little whore. so how about you shut the fuck up and get on your knees, where we both know you belong. ” the blonde let her words sink in before she slapped him, a harsh open palm to the side of his cheek. her skin stung with the impact, but the rush was worth it. her eyes scanned him for signs of folding, glossy lips forming a smirk.

      ❝ i think it’s cute that you think that you know more about who i’m fucking than i do. people can say whatever they want, if it’s not true. it’s not true. you have a lot of liars in your little clique, ‘cause they lie about liking your stuck up ass. ❞ her words came out sour, the brunette tired of his presence, just like any other time he came around. ❝ well i’m more than confident in telling you that i’m not interested. you’re not as desirable as you think you are. ❞ her nose scrunches up at his blunt, ❝ save it. ❞

westlyn was truly and utterly unhappy in her marriage, but she just couldn’t leave the man for no reason. the ginger knew how much the male had wanted her, seeing as his eyes would always follow her whenever she was around. she knew this was wrong; but she honestly didn’t give a fuck. his lips moved against hers, his hands sliding down the sides of her torso to grab at the hem of her shirt. lincoln only pulled back for a second to rip the shirt from her frame. a moan escaped her lips as he moved his lips along her bra covered chest, her fingers lacing into his hair. 

adria_banana.  i am trying so hard to study right now!!! >:c adria_banana.  weeeeeeell adria_banana.  you said said a few things that are interesting…

          adriana smiled in amusement at her own message; interesting was the understatement of the year, really. since she had started to chat with bristol, she had been extremely easily distracted by most things the older woman said, and it seemed that eve the most simple of conversations could get her turned on. and sure, they didn’t know each other quite that well, but finally getting to see bristol would change things. maybe for the best, maybe fort he worst.

adria_banana.  i do want to. adria_banana.  only be able to imagine it is driving me crazy…

bcooper.  better study! bcooper. like what ideas?

           of course this was a bad idea. this is something that she shouldn’t even be thinking of right now. this was something that could have been a dark desire, but not something that became real. but she couldn’t help it; the other was so tempting and her husband was more than out of her radar sexually anymore. just the idea of getting to meet the young female she had been speaking with has a way of making her wet.

   he knew of his attitude – how demanding he was, arrogant, unsatisfied in everything that anyone did for him. that was alexander, and that was how he was raised. he didn’t care how much anyone disliked his character, if they wanted to work for or with him, they’d have to suck it up. he was wealthy, well known and obviously a heartthrob – he had many opportunities, many easily replaceable people. “come up with something, i don’t really care.” he huffed, sitting up in his seat. “my last assistant wouldn’t interrupt me, you know.” he glanced down at some papers on his desk before glancing back up at her, raising his brows. “this is an opportunity to learn better, ms. vanderbilt.” a smirk played upon his lips, “unless i have to teach you a lesson.” it was a joke, and usually people didn’t take his jokes well, but that wasn’t really his problem.

     rihanna had gotten a little too drunk for her own good, but nonetheless, she was having fun. dancing on her friends, strangers, and just about anyone who was in a close enough proximity. she was sweaty, glistening, and in any other instance rih would be disgusted – but she was too intoxicated to care. for a moment, rih found herself dancing alone, until she felt somebody press up against her, the sound of his voice and the heat of his breath sending chills down her spine. there was no vocal response from her, but in turn, she pressed herself against him harder, a smirk playing at her lips.

junie: he was a 7/10 junie: but he kept trying to fuck me without any lube junie: i was like um dude only ppl i like get to do that junie: pls hurry, i’m starting 2 touch myself and u kno how that tends to end