I wish I could sit a puppy in my lap and tell them how pretty they are while rolling a few joints and getting them all excited to finally smoke with me. Passing them back and forth until they get sleepy and their head is all fuzzy, sliding my hand in between their legs and fingering them while they try to beg and cry about how they can’t take anymore.
“Aww poor baby can’t take it? Look at how much of a mess you’re making just from my fingers, don’t act like you don’t like it. Just lay there like a good little bitch and let daddy milk all those useless thoughts from your head.”












