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April 2 - April 3, 2025
“How long were you standing there?” “Long enough to be both insulted and then eye-fucked—so approximately five seconds.”
“So, let me get this straight—you’re a thirty-five-year-old pilot with commitment issues, who’s lived with his roommate so long you two could jointly file your taxes?” “Sweetheart, if I’m your dream guy just say it.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna fucking kiss you now.”
Oh God. Is he…? “I-I think you’re gonna make me—” “Yeah, Ophelia. I fucking know I am.”
“That’s what it feels like when a man makes you come. Don’t ever fucking forget it.”
HAWWWTTT
Frankie was agreeing to act like a perfect gentleman for the next two weeks while he let me use him like a well-endowed dildo.
“You and your money-making titties are making me cry.”
There was no coming back from walking in on our friends engaged in Christmas-themed coitus.
“Now you and your big teacher titties are making me cry.”
You know how those commercials tell you to call your doctor if you have a hard-on for more than four hours? Well, I was going on seven days and I hadn’t fucking taken anything.
“Now smile like you’re enjoying leisurely butterfly watching with the man who’s going to blow your back out later.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh god, I can feel its little feet on me.” “Fun fact,” I started. “No, fuck off with your fun facts.” “Butterflies use their feet to taste,”
“I would never leave the Springs. As much as I love this sunshine, my family is there, my job, my mailman.” “How would you ever survive without your mailman?” she asked sarcastically. “Doug knows not to leave the packages on my front porch because they are constantly stolen. He walks them around the back. We have a system.”
“To find a way to fuck you so hard you think you hear reindeer on the goddamn roof.”
“He just kissed your mouth.” Natalia pointed a spoon at Frankie. Fig jam slid off the tip and hit the white marble counter. “You’re kissing each other's mouths out in the open now.”
“This is the horniest Christmas vacation of my life. I need to be spayed after this,”
You like that I’m jealous enough to pin you to this bed and shove my cock down your throat until you admit that you’re mine with pretty fucking tears streaking down your face. Right?”
Sign. Me. Up.
“Grace doesn’t come back from Miami covered in bite marks, babe.” My hand shot to the side of my neck. “He made me a whore.” “You always were, deep down. You just needed the right key to unlock it.”
“Fuck it—I’m in love with you.”
