Like/reblog If The Thought Of Being A Cute, Mindless Fuck Puppy, Stuffed Full In All Holes, Sounds Really

growing up as an imaginative single child, I loved to play with Barbies. I loved creating elaborate drama-filled storylines for them and I could keep at it for hours. there was one problem. I had like 15 thrift store Barbies and no Kens. I only had one Barbie-sized male doll and it was a collectible Elvis Presley doll and he was my favorite doll. I always did the Elvis voice when I was playing him but he had no relation to Elvis Presley otherwise. anyway, he had some crazy days. trapped on a scary planet where he is the only man in the world and half of the women there hate him. in a massive car accident and stranded in the woods with a girlfriend who had broken her foot and a crazy ex girlfriend who had stalked them there. kidnapped by Athena (one of my Barbie sized dolls was Athena, like, the goddess) and held captive by her while trying to go home to his 7 situationships. all of this happening to a guy who looks and sounds exactly like Elvis but is otherwise the quintessential everyman.

Boys are for throwing around and manhandling. It's just roughhousing after all.

having sex with someone who understands your struggles with orgasms. getting to spend plenty of time just focusing on indulging in soft touches, in the feeling of being so close with one another, instead of waiting on you to finish. someone who understands that sometimes, orgasms can actually cause you more pain than anything - whether it be due to chronic illness, disability, or simply that your brain has a difficult time regulating that drop in serotonin shortly after. someone who understands you need time, lots and lots of time. someone who only asks for your presence, your kindness, and nothing more.

wanna hump somebodys leg like a dog

bonus points if they leash me and pull on it to make me look at them while i do it

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