Successful day of shopping!
Got some new panties and a very cute and girly sweater :) (Taken with GifBoom)
I never took myself for a playful type but serious with mysterious qualities in multiple quantities. Altitudes of personalities that complements my mentality. Inane to the feelings of couple love of those couple doves that mean something to those who couple up. I continue to be myself to breed my wealth in health that truly stays in stealth. Unable to teach, to reach those who weep cause I have yet to feel other than zip. That’s zero, nada, nope like the games being played through hope. I could not be a child, talk wild as I grew mild in miles for a while, far beyond interchangeable; now viable in a man’s life, amiable to the true thrive.
You were there when I needed it the most, when my emotions were out of place, all whacked up. You helped me keep my cool and sanity while bringing back some bliss into my life in that moment. I never cared if anyone saw us together, public or private, we had a special thing for each other. You’d come up randomly but still somehow end up matching the mood. If I ever needed someone to talk to, to start up a conversation, it was you who showed up. There’s no end to you, no limitations on what feelings or words you spoke of. I enjoy your presence and I probably will for the rest of my life.
I bet you already knew about this, my second love. My music.
If I look at busty models and you look at guys with nice, toned body, doesn’t that make us even? Or do I have to look at celebrities to get the pass on not being called a pervert while you freely look at guys left and right for their body or face? What do I have to do in order to get you to stop looking at me like I’m “just like any other guy” who does nothing but look at other girls? Fuck your female opinions of me if you won’t let me do what you do.
I did a shoot on Saturday. You likey?
Credit goes to NoBraking! =)
She started biting cause I’m giving cock like it’s advice to her…