Me Having Nightmares Every Night About Getting Fired From My Job. Because I Ramble And Talk To My Coworkers
Me having nightmares every night about getting fired from my job. Because I ramble and talk to my coworkers about conversations I’ve had with other coworkers. Not in a talking behind your back type way but in a, their really cool and supportive I feel safe here. I just dunno how to say it to them all without it coming off as me starting something. It’s my only job and I’ll be shattered if I lose it. So I’m just gonna work a full day mostly mute and hope they won’t be upset at me :(
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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
i need a priest to take care of me so bad. yes i also need a priest to fuck me but more importantly i need him to pet my hair after and tell me i did good and everything will be just alright. god will take care of it. he will take care of it. i just need to be good and obedient and sweet and pray. i just need to rest when he says and kneel when he says and open my mouth when he says... everything will be just fine like that, as long as i hand myself over to him wholeheartedly, he will arrange everything and make sure i have nothing to fear...
The fact that I called him this and the way he reacted so beautifully ugh 😭😭 but it was when he was INSIDE me. And I’m still not over it. Such a handsome BLUE eyed prince honestly. If only I could let myself fall in love romantically with one. Or anyone in general. *sigh*
A sweet priest with big brown eyes full of tears going down on you, looking up with a mix of guilt, shame and arousal.
In his gaze you see yearning, a desire to be praised, to be called a good boy.
He's still good, right?
I love the idea of being there solely for my Doms pleasure…… use me anywhere, everywhere. Whenever. I‘m just your toy :3
Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.
My favorite game to play with my friends while showing them new shows is: "Guess which characters (my name) wants to fuck"
Thinking about cuddling with Father Paul. Whether it's under his soft sheets, at the beach facing the sea, or laying on the grass under the moonlight. Any place is nice as long as you're with him.
The cold wind of Crockett Island is blowing as usual, but he wraps a warm blanket around you and tucks you safely against his chest. His strong arms around your frame, his large hand caressing your head. The thumping of his heartbeat in your ear, reassuring you that he's there, that he's alive and that he hasn't lost his humanity. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the soft sound of his breathing. His lips gently grazing the top of your head, nuzzling, occasionally planting little kisses.
Yes, I think a cuddle from him would fix me.
Bullet With Butterfly Wings - The Smashing Pumpkins
