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.
Addicted to the taste of him...
(he/they)
nobody understands my love for dainty lace underwear over a full bush
"oh you get wet/hard just from kissing?" yes tf? I'm in love with you
Get yourself a boy who loses all control and cums inside moaning like a bitch as soon as you squeeze his pretty face and say "who's my good boy??" in that tiny dog owner voice
Backshots...? No, I could never strike my enemy whilst he isn't looking. It would be most dishonorable
hey sorry for getting really pissy at you earlier because I could hear you chewing. see I have a condition called [remembers pathologizing my behavior is unhelpful] it's actually because I hate you, specifically,
18+ 27 FTM (HE/HIM) t4t/fag/dyke. I'm a poly, disabled communist ✌️(leftist but currently reading theory to become an educated comrade lol) Do not dm unless you're 21+ I won't interact if there's no age listed on your account
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