He didn't realise how much he wanted her to tell him who to be so she would like him until it was off the table. He looks down at her it the way that looks like he's actually looking down on her, over his nose, like it gave him a little aside to think where she couldn't see his thoughts all the way up here. "I'm a professional boxer." He says taking a sip of his drink and clinking it with hers. "I hold a speed record in my weight class."
but then I got high... | OPEN
10:02 am, Tara's phone brightly shone the time- indicating that she was in fact late for her first day of class. Honestly, it wasn't even her fault how was she supposed to know where anything was? Was there a map, or a tour guide, or- fuck. There probably was supposed to be a scheduled tour, but she was so high during her meeting with the Dean she didn't even pay attention to half of what was said. Well, okay. So it was her fault after all. Sighing to herself, she finally resigned to just skipping the first day of class.
Instead, she found herself a little patch of grass under a tree and set up camp. The edible gummy was slowly working it's way through her system, and she had her book in hand. At least it'd be a peaceful evening if nothing else. Her back rested against the tree, book plopped into her lap as her over sized glasses rested on top of her head. Ahhh, self care.
Matt for the first time considers that women take him seriously when he flirts and was all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits. How to keep playing the game without being mean? Without getting overwhelmed? "I think I look exactly like a joint. What do I look like to you?" He asks with a chuckle and tilt of his head. "You know me so well already. My name, the women I like. Tell me."
but then I got high... | OPEN
10:02 am, Tara's phone brightly shone the time- indicating that she was in fact late for her first day of class. Honestly, it wasn't even her fault how was she supposed to know where anything was? Was there a map, or a tour guide, or- fuck. There probably was supposed to be a scheduled tour, but she was so high during her meeting with the Dean she didn't even pay attention to half of what was said. Well, okay. So it was her fault after all. Sighing to herself, she finally resigned to just skipping the first day of class.
Instead, she found herself a little patch of grass under a tree and set up camp. The edible gummy was slowly working it's way through her system, and she had her book in hand. At least it'd be a peaceful evening if nothing else. Her back rested against the tree, book plopped into her lap as her over sized glasses rested on top of her head. Ahhh, self care.
Mart tries hard to swallow down all the new nerves as he gives a thoughtful nod to the question. He pops his drink and takes a sip for a long time. "Um.... a line." He chuckles, thinking of how ine bump could fix him right now. She wouldn't get back under his own skin, he could have the upper hand... but this was nice still... "Nah, uh- I'm kidding I would definitely, um, be smoke a joint though." He wouldn't. If anything he'd take a hit that Ryan would pack for him without asking. He had to then! "Or maybe... a drink. Hard."
but then I got high... | OPEN
10:02 am, Tara's phone brightly shone the time- indicating that she was in fact late for her first day of class. Honestly, it wasn't even her fault how was she supposed to know where anything was? Was there a map, or a tour guide, or- fuck. There probably was supposed to be a scheduled tour, but she was so high during her meeting with the Dean she didn't even pay attention to half of what was said. Well, okay. So it was her fault after all. Sighing to herself, she finally resigned to just skipping the first day of class.
Instead, she found herself a little patch of grass under a tree and set up camp. The edible gummy was slowly working it's way through her system, and she had her book in hand. At least it'd be a peaceful evening if nothing else. Her back rested against the tree, book plopped into her lap as her over sized glasses rested on top of her head. Ahhh, self care.
Matt can't help the surprise that crosses his face. He was having fun but that didn't mean much sometimes when it came to knowing if the other person was really having fun with you. "You wanna keep me around? Shitty outlaw like me?" He asks with a playful touch of mock sentiment. Matt was due at a class later but maybe he could do it all. Or maybe or a nice day in spring like this he could excuse skipping at his next therapy session. Didn't she say she was high? "Y-yeah," oh no the nerves sunk in a bit when she batted her lashes at him like that. "As long a-as you keep -keep me entertained.... Why not?"
but then I got high... | OPEN
10:02 am, Tara's phone brightly shone the time- indicating that she was in fact late for her first day of class. Honestly, it wasn't even her fault how was she supposed to know where anything was? Was there a map, or a tour guide, or- fuck. There probably was supposed to be a scheduled tour, but she was so high during her meeting with the Dean she didn't even pay attention to half of what was said. Well, okay. So it was her fault after all. Sighing to herself, she finally resigned to just skipping the first day of class.
Instead, she found herself a little patch of grass under a tree and set up camp. The edible gummy was slowly working it's way through her system, and she had her book in hand. At least it'd be a peaceful evening if nothing else. Her back rested against the tree, book plopped into her lap as her over sized glasses rested on top of her head. Ahhh, self care.
Matt looks over his shoulder with the same smirk at her offer, staying quiet and letting that sit quietly as she pays for them both. It spoke for itself. Was this regular heteros make it work? Maybe he could have passed of he really tried after all. But then again... he looks his new friend over and couldn't imagine she never kissed a girl. That canceled everything out. "Thank you, Aimee." He says picking his things up and giving a wave to the cashier as he starts to head on out.
but then I got high... | OPEN
10:02 am, Tara's phone brightly shone the time- indicating that she was in fact late for her first day of class. Honestly, it wasn't even her fault how was she supposed to know where anything was? Was there a map, or a tour guide, or- fuck. There probably was supposed to be a scheduled tour, but she was so high during her meeting with the Dean she didn't even pay attention to half of what was said. Well, okay. So it was her fault after all. Sighing to herself, she finally resigned to just skipping the first day of class.
Instead, she found herself a little patch of grass under a tree and set up camp. The edible gummy was slowly working it's way through her system, and she had her book in hand. At least it'd be a peaceful evening if nothing else. Her back rested against the tree, book plopped into her lap as her over sized glasses rested on top of her head. Ahhh, self care.
He had the chance to set up a hilarious joke for later, and he considers it as he shambles behind her in the chip isle, giving a smirk as she smiles up at him. "You got and opening for any positions?" He asks looking down at her from over his nose, from the first time emphasizing the high deferential. He gives a thoughtful shrug and grabs a pack of cupcakes and heads to the register.
but then I got high... | OPEN
10:02 am, Tara's phone brightly shone the time- indicating that she was in fact late for her first day of class. Honestly, it wasn't even her fault how was she supposed to know where anything was? Was there a map, or a tour guide, or- fuck. There probably was supposed to be a scheduled tour, but she was so high during her meeting with the Dean she didn't even pay attention to half of what was said. Well, okay. So it was her fault after all. Sighing to herself, she finally resigned to just skipping the first day of class.
Instead, she found herself a little patch of grass under a tree and set up camp. The edible gummy was slowly working it's way through her system, and she had her book in hand. At least it'd be a peaceful evening if nothing else. Her back rested against the tree, book plopped into her lap as her over sized glasses rested on top of her head. Ahhh, self care.
thinking about tinies who ask their giant to engage in consensual fearplay. idk it’s sort of like a roller coaster, you know you’re safe but you still wanna feel scared for a minute. the tiny just wants to feel the thrill of being grabbed by a giant but under safe conditions
sometimes u will be the only person fagging it up. sometimes it'll be hard. but u gotta do it. u gotta show all the fags that fagging it up is the way. u must strive to fag it as much as possible. u have a limited time. fag it up and dyke it out
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