Men will let you borrow their softest shirt to sleep in, lull you into a false sense of security for a year, and then have the audacity to take it back on a random Thursday while doing laundry and wear it?? During the day?? Like a normal shirt???
Sir. That is my sleeping shirt. And it certainly is not to be worn during daylight hours unless it’s a leisurely Sunday morning and we’re making pancakes to take back to bed and it’s on my body because it’s my sleeping shirt.
If the boy is naughty, she takes a cane.
“You volunteered to show me around didn’t you? But first, I’ll start you off with a tour of my boots.”
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