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And these Douglas firs”—I turn back—“are girthy, really nice to handle.”
“I really can’t stay—” He gives his signature smirk. “But, baby, it’s cold outside.”
giggling, here we goooo
Why does everything these guys say feel like a double entendre?
my favorite kind of sentences
I lean down, picking up the showerhead after somehow turning it off, whispering, “I love you,” to it. Chuckling as I add, “The guys are wrong. You’re the real MVP.”
howling
“You forgot to say please, Samantha.” The deep gravel in his voice makes me shiver. “‘Tell me I’m a good girl’…Please. Now, use your words, baby, and ask me nicely.”
screaming, crying, throwing up!!!
Is this some kind of sexual, social experiment? Maybe a pornographic prank show? Where producers got together and thought, lock her up, and we’ll watch her either fuck everyone or implode.
loving the inner monologue
It’s not every day you’re standing in what could arguably be called a job site, talking to people you work for, trying to simultaneously hide your fucking cum stain and your deep ho-bag humiliation.
If I’ve died, or this is an acid trip, mother may I never leave.
Amen.
“Bitch, this is like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to jingle your bells.
I’m saying this is four pee-nigh. And I only have three hol—”
pee-nigh lmao
“We’re yours now.”
“Die Hard…Christmas movie? Yay or nay.”
Relatable af.
