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Melody Weller, 18. I'm avid World of Warcraft player, Sailor Moon freak, crazy as hell, and just strange. Follow, ask, submit, I always return the favor. This is just my blog of my typical life. Random. So have at it ;)
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milotime:
zuruggu:
kreapster:
lets just appreciate how expressive Bolt is. it’s just fucking adorable.
<333
this is one of those things I pretend not to be affected by, for the sake of not coming off as such a furry, but yes… it’s quite adorable.
leave me alone
(via thatonewannabechef)
Reblog if you want one of these in your askbox;
- A stupid question
- A compliment
- A story
- A poem
- About you
- Why you follow me
- If you met me what would you do
- A cute message
- One thing you want to tell me
- Something about yourself
- Something you assume about me by my blog
- Anonymous
- Un-Anonymous
(via consultingskeletontribute)
thatonewannabechef:
captainhufflepuff:
janetgleas:
higgies:
mollymisery:
peacelovemusichappyness:
ghost-of-vincent-price:
ihavethisknife:
picassopringles:
i-mourn-the-wicked:
burnthecityoftroy:
… Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.
this is so terrible
I want so bad to make a dramatic reading of this
I lost it at throbbing meat wand omg
what.
i want this on my blog forever holy shit
holy
shit
“galloping abs”
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery.
I completely lost my shit at
dick aneurysm
meat wand
I need you- sexually
LOVE MOUNTAINS
DICK PARKINSON’S
GALLOPING ABS
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
A COMPLETE MASTERPIECE
I can’t breathe, I’m laughing so fucking hard.
dying.
fulfilled with sexual fulfillment
I’m doing a dramatic English accent reading of this omfg
‘her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet’. You don’t say?!
I suddenly have so much faith in my erotic writing!!!
I am in tears from laughter
That has to be the worst thing I’ve ever read in my entire life.
What the hell is dick Parkinson’s?
Who the hell write these romance books?!
THROBBING MEAT WAND
I can’t deal with my laughter right now. WOW. This was published?!
New rule. All novels must find a way to include the phrase “spongey love mountains”.
omg im gonna pee
“Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!”
OH MY GOD, SERIOUSLY??? DICK PARKINSONS.
I’m sorry, but my horny-sophmore-self wrote better than this lady does in her middle-aged years…This is horrible XD YOU DO NOT USE “PECKER” IN SMUT.
Be right back guys, gonna go get me some dick Parkinson’s.
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