Interests & Hobbies
Meaning of Life:
"The color twelve... Ask me something less Hitchhiker's Guide, dork..."
Five Things I Can't Live Without:
Instead I will tell u the one thing I can live without, listicles...
Favorite Books:
My favorite books could fill a book lol... Seriously tho, if Robert Jordan taught me to never hold my breath, George Martin taught me that mercy is a fairy tale invented to pacify children, and that closure is found at the top of magic beanstalks. I no longer embrace such fantasies...
What I Like To Do For Fun:
I enjoy looting, pillaging, plundering, really just indiscriminate, broad-ranging piracy
Favorite Songs:
I am into a lot of things...
Favorite Movies:
I'm more into long term character development and short term bathroom breaks lol I watch adult cartoons on repeat Ask me about Archer instead lol
Craziest Thing I've Ever Done:
I feel like that's subjective lol
If I Could Be Anywhere Right Now:
Wherever the wind moves me...
Hobbies:
I like to start fires and put them out with my girl cum
Talents:
I'm talented at everything I do, and I do a lot of things...
Perfect Mate:
My ideal partner is already married, or has, like, a live-in girlfriend, at least. Whatever the scenario, he is super tired of whatever basic-ass-boring-vanilla-flavored-bitch-cake of a partner he is chained to, and is drawn to my wild side. It may just be the fact that I let him violate me in ways she couldn't begin to imagine.We start small enough, getting a room for a quickie during his lunch break, sexting into the night after she goes to bed, maybe we have a little steamy, sweaty car fun, Titanic style, in the parking garage by his office. As the frequency of our encounters increases, so does the level of risk involved. It's like he wants to get caught. I think he is really sick of her. He tells me he is no longer attracted to her constantly. He excuses himself in the middle of dinner to video chat and cum with me in the bathroom. As our pleasure crescendos, he instructs me to be as loud as I can, and I find myself screaming his name in orgasm. She has to hear it. He takes her on vacation and gets me a room at the same hotel, on the SAME FLOOR, only a few doors down. I cross paths with her on my way to the ice machine. As he's back in my room, waiting for the sweet taste of this pussy to follow the strawberries and champagne we've just had, she's waiting for him to come back from the corner store with sunscreen or some bullshit. I actually ride the elevator down to the lobby with this woman. I lock eyes with her and smile, exchanging pleasantries, just as I can feel her husband's cum dripping out of me. I can barely stand for how thoroughly I've been fucked by her man at this point. He ruins me thoroughly. When we get back, we get even crazier. He hides me in his house and we fuck in their bed while she watches house hunters or whatever basic-ass-vanilla bitch-cake show like that. I hide in the closet and creep on their obligatory, uninspired missionary action, before she falls asleep. Then he destroys my slutty little holes right next to her. He cums all over both of us in glorious fashion. Maybe she wakes up... Maybe she's into it and joins us... Maybe she runs off crying, and we invite more beautiful women over...
Perfect Date:
A perfect date starts in tribute to my dab rig and ends in tribute to my pussy.
Turn Ons/Offs:
Turn Ons: cheating, married men, older men, younger men, general power imbalance, elements of fear/danger, bondage, roleplay, rough play, CNC, creampies, facials, orgies, gangbangs, swinging, public sex
Turn Offs: prudes, monogamy, condoms
Best Reason to Get to Know Me:
U will never hear me saying some basic-lame-ass-boring-vanilla-flavored-bitchcake shit like "I hope u can keep up" or "I'm not like other girls"... First of all, I'm not some basic-lame-ass-boring-vanilla-flavored-bitchcake. Second of all, if u haven't figured out I'm different by now, u most certainly can't keep up. I'm a lot like my phone, broken and inclined to cut u...