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Oh…you reblog from other people…I see how it is

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Having totally normal thoughts. Not anything like pulling you over my lap and spanking you, occasionally shoving fingers into you to see how you feel. Not ripping your panties off to stuff them into your mouth and tell you to shut the fuck up, that I'm just enjoying my toy.

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fairy guro…

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it sucks that you can only die once and its permanent.. imagine the kinda sex we could be innovating if that wasnt the case

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the mortifying ordeal of having someone know about every single one of your deepest and most depraved kinks and being cool with all of them

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"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed

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where is transgender flag "I'M TOO FAT FOR THIS HEAT"

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Definitely not thinking about the muffled whines as I carve my name into your ass, or the glazed, blissed-out look in your eyes when I cuddle you and tell you you're such a good possession.

Having totally normal thoughts. Not anything like pulling you over my lap and spanking you, occasionally shoving fingers into you to see how you feel. Not ripping your panties off to stuff them into your mouth and tell you to shut the fuck up, that I'm just enjoying my toy.

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"so how did you two meet"

she messaged me on tumblr and we became obsessed with each other literally immediately and now we are bound by the red string of fate

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Having totally normal thoughts. Not anything like pulling you over my lap and spanking you, occasionally shoving fingers into you to see how you feel. Not ripping your panties off to stuff them into your mouth and tell you to shut the fuck up, that I'm just enjoying my toy.

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my kink is when people tell me they were thinking about me

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Imagine you're a scammer and you're living in Paris. You hear word that the Eiffel Tower is going to be torn down, so you think to yourself, "I need to get a piece of that." And instead of like, conning your way into the demolition, you get a bunch of scrap metal dealers together, pose as an official high up in the project, and get them all to bid on the deal. You get them to bribe you, because this would be a huge deal for any of them.

Then you just fucking disappear for a while. You take the train out and enjoy your bribes. They can't exactly go to the police and say "a fake bureaucrat stole my bribe money", and it's embarrassing as fuck so they don't tell their buddies in the industry either. You just get to walk away freely.

Most people would. But not you. No.

You come back to Paris AND FUCKING DO THE SAME THING A SECOND TIME! Because you're a goddamn legend.

And that, dear perverts of Tumblr, is the actual real story of Victor Lustig. The motherfucker so badass he managed to sell the Eiffel Tower (a thing he didn't own), two times.

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i have GOT to unwillingly serve as someone's awakening to the fact that they're an unrepentant sadist

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Garden update part 1

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Relatable

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I screwed up the mount for the chain and it doesn’t hang right but I don’t feel like fixing it rn. Anyway I’ve been calling this vulveye lol okay bye now

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*flips open a knife*

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*sighs*

I should call them