Belisarius
Bluelighter
That I still have no fucking idea what the "limit definition" my calculus teacher was talking about is, or for that matter what anything else in that class was about.
So hot.
So hot.
Satisfying myself until my boyfriend comes to see me. That way I am faithful, and we have big plans for our future. He is my muse, my excitment, my restoration on humanity and restoring my faith in men.
Everything we talk about I am so ready to go for it with him because he makes me feel perfect. I trust and I have faith in him. I know he would NEVER hurt me. Unless I wanted him too.I am looking forward to him coming to see me in America so he and I can be together fully and let our romance start with a bang. Thats what I want and thats what he wants too.
anyone else noticed there's a potential serial killer here?I'll usually imagine a girl I know on top of me riding me. It never really gets much deeper or graphic than that.
Sometimes I also imagine things that have nothing to do with sex. For instance, I may imagine myself repeatedly beating or stabbing a guy.. just a way to let rage out.