Live Life Without Regrets
Ethans twirling skills.
Seth makes fun of Ryan’s punching people ability.
i am crying so fucking hard
me:wow i have so much work to do
me:--goes on tumblr--
me:--watches a movie--
me:--writes a novel--
me:--teaches myself sitar--
me:--climbs a mountain--
me:--backpacks through europe--
me:why am i not getting anything done
if kate middleton doesn’t present the baby to the world from her balcony the same way rafiki presented simba they are doing it wrong
when Michael Jackson did that people got really mad
This is the ultimate tease. All of the warmth, none of the moisture. So close, but not quite.
So much of what we do here is hard and fast and agressive, both hands on, so sometimes you lose the tease in the shuffle. But there’s something about it that drives me absolutely mad, a whimpering, squirming ball of “pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease” straining for the promised land with all my might.
There are many flavors. You often see posts about the first thrust, which is undeniably delicious, but it encompasses the moment of teasing, of letting your cock rest lightly up against my throbbing, aching pussy. That moment deserves some recognition.
Or what you think is going to be a hard kiss, his fingers already in your hair, you head tipped back like you’re Scarlett O’Hara, but instead all you get is a flick of his tongue against your lips. And, knowing the men ‘round these parts, a smirk more often than not.
So, all hail the tease. In a world of exceeding boundaries, let’s take a minute an appreciate the moment where all you want to do is running screaming across the finish line, but have to wait your turn.
all i can think about is kissing you and killing myself