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save me, butch tiddies, save me 😔🙏

my future girl better get right with being second favorite to our cats sorry

nothing makes me happier than pictures of butch strap btw. just saying

“your thoughts are so unique and interesting!! i just wanna pick your brain apart and see how it all works” you have just unlocked permission to rail me into the wall 😊

i just think that tongues are really cool funny little things we have and should be utilizing to their full potential *shoves your whole head into my crotch*

kinda feeling like biting her strap through her jeans lowkey

girls with glasses. girls with glasses subconsciously pushing them back up their nose, just a fidget they’re not even aware of anymore. that’s it. that’s the whole post.

i can’t flirt i just stare at you in group conversations and act super interested in everything you say

i don’t understand he/him lesbians. like, what is up with them? why don’t i have one? why isn’t there one between my thighs right now? i like don’t get it at all…

it’s such a shame i have such a yummy smelling body wash and no girlfriend to appreciate it. i have no girlfriend to huff my neck and look up at me and tell me i smell good. i have no girlfriend to tease by saying “i only smell this good for you.” i have no girlfriend who doesn’t know that what i said was true— this is the body wash i shower with only before i see her. i have no girlfriend to get attached to my pretty little scent so when i put just a tiny bit of the body wash on a letter for her she recognizes it and it makes her happy. i have no girlfriend to hold on to said letter and huff it whenever she misses me. it’s such an incredible shame….

desperate little puppy gnawing at my jeans, whining about how bad they need to touch my skin… me, shushing them and telling them to be patient… “i have to finish my work first, angel. once i’m done with this, you can have it. just be patient.”

would it be such a turn off if i said “okay, listen. your job is to service *me*, not you. you will make *me* feel good, not you. you can touch *me*, not yourself. and if you fail to make me feel good, i’m bending you over my thigh and beating you until your pathetic cries finish the job you couldn’t. are we clear?”

i love being spoiled but you gotta do it right. none of that desperate “i love you soo much and i spoil you bc i think you’re so pretty and sweet” nonsense. don’t put me on a pedestal!! i want attitude!!! i want “c’mon, i’m buying you something nice now bc it’ll make me feel good. go pick something out, and if you pick the cheapest thing there’s gonna be a problem.”