I wanna put a cute sub on a leash and order them to fuck me full, making them fuck me as fast and hard as they can, tugging on their leash as they thrust into me, hearing their breathing get ragged and desperate as they whine about how close they are to cumming, wrapping my legs around their waist and commanding them to breed me, feeling their whole body tense up before collapsing onto me, giving them head scritches as their cum pools out of me.
My name’s Cole. I’m a white, straight, cis, upper-middle-class underage male with short hair and a 3.5+ GPA. I like canoeing and outsider music and downhill skiing and musique-concrete and Harmony Korine’s films and cross-country skiing and discussing memes and Heems’ solo work and most plants and Lunice’s DJ sets at the Boiler Room and travelling and Jeremy Scott and going to cafés and not buying anything and the music video for Grimes’ song Oblivion (and the song itself (and the album it was on)) and Ramune and girls with short hair and Mark Rothko and fireplaces and really small, modern-looking houses and Avey Tare’s scream and muted shades of pink and wearing women’s shirts and road trips and photography and Sex and the City and YYU and poutine and making abstract text posts and
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why the fuck are princess doll toys and pet shop shit commercials always putting these weird theme songs in like they cant even rhyme them theyre always like “sparkles and glitter right before your eyes!!! she talks and dances and!!!!!!!!!!! spins and flies!!! Magic Surprise!! Horse”
