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I don't want the big art supply facts post bc it is just too huge but I just want to say that I used acrylic paint as face/body paint once for a HS production and it worked like a dream when I tested it so I left my charts with my classmates and fucked off to Cancun for a week, blissfully unaware that the paints were going to bake onto their faces under the stage lights and cause some fairly major problems with removal.
#i had to make a LOT of apologies when i got back#i felt awful#but also#i won an award for the makeup design lmao#idk what schmidt was thinking handing a 17 year old girl a ben nye catalogue tho I couldn't afford that shit#i would have been buying probably $300 of makeup (in 2005 money) for 2 uses#at no point did anyone tell me not to put acrylics on the faces of other children#and obviously i was stupid#there were multiple severe injuries and illnesses on the Cancun trip as well#but that wasn't my fault
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can you write a vacation sex for jacob please❤️
Vacation Love
Jacob and Y/N was captivated by the scenery of Cancun from their ocean view dinner. He missed her so much while filming it was the longest they been away from each other since they started dating back in 2018. Y/N was getting more gigs from clothing and makeup companies so she’s been filming her own content almost everyday. After he wrapped up filming, he laid in his hotel room, flipping through his photos of them. Two months without each other was brutal. He missed her touch, her scent and mostly her love. He booked a surprise trip without even asking her, hoping she doesn’t have any work related projects for the next week.
He sends her a text, knowing it’s 1am in London right now.
“You and Me? Cancun Mexico! 👩���❤️👨Your plane is booked, better start packing ✈️ is at 10am. Can’t wait to see you, my love 😍 ”
That risky text was the best one he has sent yet. All her projects weren’t due for the next 2 weeks so he had all of her attention. She hopped on the flight now here they were. After a long day of ATVing, ziplining and swimming in cenotes. They were 4 tequila shots in and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The waitor cleared out their plates and they continue to enjoy their drinks.
“I’ve missed you so much, I feel like I’ve said it a million times since you landed. But it’s true.” He intertwines your fingers, just the slightest touch was giving you fanny flutters. You missed him THAT bad. You started to rub your leg against his and he clears his throat.
“Babe, don’t you still want dessert?” He tries to maintain a straight face, but he biting back a big smile.
“I do, but I rather have you instead…” You give him the most seductive look he couldn’t think of anything else except
“Waitor! Check please.”
He scans the hotel card and he waste no time pulling you into the room. He lips meeting yours, the both of you hungry for each other. Two months was too long. 60 days without each other’s touch, you could say you two were desperate and that’s totally fine. That’s what comes with being in love. His beard tickles your neck as he bites and sucks on your sweet spot.
He sits on the bed, pulling you into his lap and facing you towards the floor length mirror. Pulling your dress up, revealing you had no panties on the entire time and he smirks.
“Fuck you look so good baby. I missed this pussy.” He gives your pussy a slap causing you to gasp. His palm hitting your clit was a different sensation. The liquor consumed at dinner was taking over and the yearning for each other was too. He spreads your legs out wider using his legs as you lay your head against his chest. His slowly starts to play with your clit, then slipping two fingers inside earning a moan.
“Watch yourself baby. You are a sight to see” He already has you dazed, you open your eyes and oh my was he right. It was a sight to see. He continues to work his fingers inside you, bringing you to your first orgasm. Nothing compares to his touch, not your fingers or toys. You removed your dress fully before straddling him.
“I think it’s time you watch closely, cause you’re a sight to see my love” This is the first time you’ve left Jacob speechless. You slipped his pants and boxers off: ripping his button up open. Both of you laughing as you hear the buttons hit the floor. You positioned yourself and slipped him in, earning a moan from him.
“Fuckkk Y/N” you looked behind at the mirror as he spreads your cheeks taking in the glory of your tightness around him.
“Baaabyyy you’re stretching me out” You hold onto him and you start to bounce faster.
“I missed you baby... uhhh fuck just like that!” he gives your ass a slap as he watches you through the mirror. He doesn’t think he can hold on for long. He holds you close as he fills you up with his release. Both of you sweaty and panting against each others skin.
“Round 2?” Y/N says causing Jacob to laugh.
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okay so this could be the weirdst requeust ever but i went to a wedding on the weekend and it got me thinking like what if you wrote a father of the bride speech from Jimmy to his daughter? like a need a really good cry so, go as hard as you can ahhahaahaa ! I love your writing so so much (i see people say that all the time) but thought this could be different than just a story. you don't have ot though, up to you xox
Father of the Bride Speech Sturniolo Triplets x Sister One Shot
Summary: The speech I think Jimmy would give if he had a daughter. Nothing to do with the triplets!
Word Count: 800 words
Author's Note: Such a cool request - thank you! I don't know if this is what you were looking for but, it was certainly fun (and sad) to write x
Jimmy had spent the whole wedding dinner outside practicing his speech. As he stood in front of a room full of friends old and new, he felt overwhelmed by the love that they all shared for his daughter.
He gripped onto the podium to stop his hands from shaking and took a deep breath.
"When MaryLou and I found out that we were having a girl, I panicked. I panicked because I grew up in a house with just boys and I didn’t know how to raise a little girl. Hell, I barely knew how to talk to girls before I met my wife.
When I pictured my future as a father, I saw Justin, Nick, Matt, and Chris. I pictured boys. Maybe not triplets but, I pictured boys. I pictured taking my boys golfing. Taking my boys fishing. Watching the game on Sundays. That’s all I knew. I didn’t know anything about what it meant to raise a girl.
Now, if you know anything about my boys, you know that they don’t love golfing. You know it’s a task to get them out fishing. They were never home on Sundays to watch the game with me. But, my girl was."
Jimmy pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks before he continued, even as his voice shook.
"I spent 9 months panicking about bringing a little girl into the world but, from the second the nurses handed me my baby wrapped in her little pink blanket, I spent the next 27 years dreading the day that I had to give her away.
Because let me tell you what it means to be a girl dad. Being a girl dad means you fall in love all over again. Being a girl dad means you get to slay dragons to save the princess. Being a girl dad means you get to squeeze into pretty dresses and get your makeup done. It means you have a ballerina, a soccer player, a debater, a painter, a pianist, a boxer, a black belt, a cheerleader, a skateboarder, a dirt bike rider, a basketball captain, a golfer, a fishing buddy, a best friend and so much more.
But, being a girl Dad also means that one day you put her down and you don’t pick her up again. You start dropping her off around the corner from the school gate. She gets her license and you spend countless nights hoping that she gets home safe. She dates some loser in freshman year that breaks her heart and there isn’t enough you can do about it.
Being a girl dad means that your heart resides outside of your body. It means that one day you’ll drop her off at college in another state and cry the whole plane ride home. It means that one day some boy she met at a dive bar in Cancun will come knocking on your door and ask you for her hand in marriage. One day, you have the most important decision to make. Is this boy good enough for my daughter?
I realized when Jack was sitting at my kitchen counter that it wasn’t my decision to make. She will always be my baby but, she isn’t my property. And no matter how much I wish she was still that same little girl who couldn’t cross the road without holding my hand, I know that I have raised a strong-willed, independent, loving, kind, intelligent, beautiful, won’t-take-shit-from-anybody kinda girl."
Jimmy turned to face the bride and groom with tears in his eyes and spoke directly to his son-in-law.
"So, to you, Jack. Man to man. I am so glad that it’s you. I’m so glad that she chose you. I know that you love my daughter, I see it every single time you look at her. There is nothing I can say, no gift I can give to thank you for making my daughter as happy as you do. All I hope for you, Jack, is that when the time comes for you to become a father, you too are blessed with a daughter just like mine and then you’ll understand just how lucky you are."
His voice broke as he stepped away from the mic to compose himself before he continued.
"And to my baby… By some cosmic stroke of luck in this lifetime, I got the greatest gift of all in being your Dad. I am so proud to be your father, you have been such a gift to me, you bring so much joy into my life and I love you so much more than you could ever imagine. So, thank you, sweetheart, for being everything that I never knew I always needed in my life."
Jimmy raised a glass to the newlyweds as he finished his speech.
"And to you both, I wish you a lifetime of happiness. I cannot wait to bear witness to the life that you build together and know that Mom and I will be here to love, cherish, and support you on the wonderful journey that lies ahead."
As the crowd erupted in applause, Jimmy crossed the room to the newlyweds. He pulled Jack into a hug and said, "Take care of our girl, son."
He then pulled his daughter into a hug, placing a kiss on her head, unable to find the words he wanted to say. She pulled away, looked up at him, and said, "You will always be my hero, Dad, and there is nothing I am more thankful for than for being your daughter."
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Hotel shower Sex
Sapnap x fem! reader
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Me and sapnap were on vacation together with dream and George in Cancun, Mexico but obviously we got separate rooms from them. We just gotten back to our rooms so we can get ready for dinner. I was all hot and sweaty so i decided to take a shower. I turn on the water and got undressed leaving my underwear and bra on still, i realized i forgot my towel outside. As I went to get my towel, i see nick staring me down. Out of nowhere he hugs me from behind, pressing his boner against my ass.. “baby stop i wanna shower”- i say. “but y/n i want you so bad, can i join you sweetheart”- nick says. “mhm”- i whimpered.
As I rise my body i felt a hair of hands around my waist and a couple of small kisses on my neck. “baby did i ever tell you how beautiful you are?”- nick says. “nope never”- i whimper as he leaves love bites on my neck. “let me show it to you then baby”- nick says. He turns me around while shoving his tongue inside my mouth. He starts to rub my clit, then he starts to put 2 fingers inside of me. I try push my hips onto his fingers. “tell me what you want baby”- nick says. “you”- i say while moaning. He puts his 6 inch veiny, thick, twitching, covered with his cum inside of me. Tears start coming out while i try to adjust to his length. He grabs my legs and puts it around his hips. “fuckkkk baby you make me feel so good. your pussy throbbing on my cock”- nick moans while going deeper. My legs are shaking, my pussy is sore, i cant speak properly, im a moaning mess. His thrusts became sloppier and sloppier. “c-c-c-um inside me”- i say. Nick cums inside of me while i squirted on him. “mhm baby we should shower”- nick says.
After we got out the shower i was doing my skincare and makeup while still being in my silk robe. “baby hurry up dream and george are almost ready”- nick says. I mumbled okay under my breath. I decided to put a floral print lace trim knot front cami dress on with some diamonds sandals. Nick wraps his hands around my waist and gives me small love bites again. “baby stop”- i say while trying to push him off of me. “darling you’re so beautiful especially with those marks on your neck”- nick says. “i love you nick”- i say while leaning into a kiss.
After we left our hotel room we met up with dream and george at the dinner place.
“it’s looks like you two had fun earlier”- dream says while having a smirk on his face,
me and nick stayed silent while they start laughing.
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Was expressing to my mum that in addition to being confused and stressed about what to wear to my friend's wedding (it's the first Indian wedding I've been too, plus it's in Cancun so I have to pack for beach weather) and that one of my anxieties is that I want to find clothing that I will feel comfortable in with my body hair. Her well-meaning suggestion was that I should just shave cause it would make everything else easier, but I haven't shaved in years and years and doing it just for the wedding means I'll have to buy a razor and shaving cream/gel, deal with probably nicking my skin, ingrown hairs, razor burn, for an entire week at least, and then the growing-out again after and I just really don't want to do all that. If the men will be there in shorts with their hairy legs then so will I.
I'm already gonna stick out like a sore thumb as one of the only white woman, likely the only woman not wearing heavy makeup, and very likely dressed entirely differently than everyone else. I know I'm gonna feel like a freak next to all the other women :(
#im usually totally confident about my choices to keep my body hair and not wear makeup#until im in a setting where the other women are all dressed up#cause people treat all the femininity crap that i dont participate in as being required for looking well-dressed and presentable as a woman#im worried my friend will think im disrespecting her by not 'dressing up enough' or whatever#i dont think she'd ever tell me to my face but idk if she'll be upset with me for not shaving or wearing makeup#she's not particularly traditional but idk about her family and the other guests#there's so much uncertainty around all the elements here and im worried ill make a fool of myself or upset people#idk what to do#august talking
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☽◯☾┄─ get to know Itzel better! ✟
what's your phone wallpaper?: it’s currently a collage of Tutter from Bear in the Big Blue House. I loved that show so much as a kid and Tutter was my favorite, plus I’m born the year of the rat, so gotta represent!
last song you listened to?: Buddy Holly by Weezer (I was on a nostalgia trip)
currently reading?: Fire and Blood by George R. R. Martin
last movie?: Repo! The Genetic Opera
what are you wearing right now? A black t-shirt, lounge pants, and vans
how tall are you?: 5’4” (but I like to say 5’5” to feel taller 😏)
piercings / tattoos?: I had an industrial on my left ear but it got infected a lot and I took it out which ended up becoming a keloid. I have the tragus on both ears, both lower lobe, two on the upper lobe on my right ear, and only one on my left. I don’t have any tattoos yet, but one day my first will probably be a Nana manga panel or the Vivienne Westwood orb.
glasses / contacts?: both! Glasses I tend to wear at home and if I’m too lazy to get dressed up to go out to do errands. I wear contacts when I do go out like to school cause I want to be extravagant with my makeup.
last thing you ate?: Chile con queso with tostada chips
fav color?: black (been wearing it since I was a kid thanks to my widowed grandma)
current obsession?: Neil the seal, 1930s fashion, the bubonic plague (my favorite era in history), thrifting, Halloween decor, Halloween
do you have a crush right now?: nah, I don’t have time for that.
fav fictional character?: oh boy where do I even being? Wanda Maximoff (obviously), Bloodraven, Rachel Roth (Raven), Zatanna Zatara, Donna Beneviento, Erik Lehnsherr, Pietro Maximoff, Asajj Ventress, Famine Devil
last place you traveled?: recently, to my grandmother’s for Mother’s Day and my aunt’s birthday. Out of the country? I had gone to Cancun back in 2022, and I loved it there so much. It was so magical seeing the pyramids (I almost got into a fight with a Russian tourist there cause he got mad at me for taking too long at taking pics at the base of the pyramid. I should’ve decked his ass, the ancestors would’ve loved it!)
Stolen from: @maidmyth (hehe 😈🖤)
Tagging: you!
#(dash games.)#(I would’ve fought that guy but I didn’t want to go to jail at the end of my trip. 🙄)
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Gallavich Kinktober Day 28 - tattoos X “You look good all soaking wet.”
For @gallavichthings, fans of Day 14, and those willing to wait for me to get my groove back
Read on Ao3 or below the cut
"Ay! Where the party at? Something, something, something, the Bacardi at?"
Ian buried his smile into Mickey's neck from behind, moving his hips to the beat of a song Mickey only knew about half the words to. The Cancun sun was warming the exposed skin of his shoulders and for once he didn't mind the freckles forming there. It was worth it to grind against his boyfriend on their first vacation in Mexico.
The song changed and the crowd of young dancers grew loud as they sang the first few verses. Ian caught sight of Cole walking back from the bar, a drink in each hand and his hips moving sensually in fitted yet flowing linen pants. He passed a pink and yellow frozen drink with a tiny red umbrella to Mickey before grinding back into him, Cole practically bent over as he twerked.
Ian let Cole and Mickey have their moment, holding onto Mickey's waist with a loose grip, keeping close enough to feel his body heat. They deserved to dance, celebrate the end of their parole, gaining the new freedom to travel and running with it as far as possible. Ian was simply a tag along, well, him and-
"There are no chicks here!" Lip shouted into his brother's ear. The redhead smirked and looked around at the dancing groups, wondering if Lip even noticed. Lip's eyes followed him, taking in the same sex couples. Ian could see when the lightbulb went off over his genius brother's head.
"This is a gay thing?!"
Cole seemed to be done with Mickey, not that Ian minded having his boyfriend back, and sauntered over to Lip. Wrapping an arm around his neck, Cole used Lip's stiff body as a dance partner as he spoke.
"Oh sweetie, I thought you knew I invited you on a gaycation." Cole's dumb blond act was so good Ian almost fell for it, but Mickey's amused huff in his ear tipped him off. Lip, however, was still in the dark on Cole's game.
Ian hoped the two could last the week sharing a hotel room now that Lip knew he was at a gay resort. When Cole decided to invite someone to celebrate the end of their parole to make it fair he hadn't expected the man to throw the offer over to Ian's straight brother. Watching Lip chug half of his beer as Cole shimmied down his body to Christina Aguilera almost made him regret giving Lip's number to Cole. Almost.
"Alright everybody, it's been getting hot out here. I think it's time to cool down with a WET T-SHIRT CONTEST!"
The crowd cheered as attention shifted to the man with the microphone and tight, sequin booty shorts. A couple of men were already heading to the short platform the host was standing on, accepting large white shirts being tossed their way by a stagehand.
"Oh my god, get up there!" Cole's hands were forcing Mickey out of Ian's grip and toward the stage.
"Fuck no! You go!"
"Oh no honey, this makeup ain't waterproof. Plus, you're already in a white shirt!"
He watched the roommates fuss and squabble, knowing if Mickey didn't want to do it he wouldn't need Ian to interfere on his behalf. Ultimately with a final middle finger directed at Cole Mickey went, joining a lineup of guys ready to be hosed down and objectified. Ian rocked onto the balls of his feet, both eager and nervous for the show to start.
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna head back to the room." Lip told him, eyeing the dozen men with trepidation. Ian pulled him close before Lip could escape.
"Are you not gonna enjoy your gaycation?" Ian teased.
"Find me a guy with some nice tits and I'll consider it." Lip joked, pushing away and disappearing into the crowd. Ian watched him go, smiling as Cole blew kisses at his back.
Booty Shorts spoke again, grabbing everyone's attention. He explained that the contest was judged by crowd noise levels before tilting the microphone toward each man down the line getting their name and where they were from. When he got to Mickey Ian smiled at Mickey's bored expression.
"What's your name and where you from Mr. Serious?"
Microphone tilted his way Mickey scowled.
"None of your fuckin' business."
The response was a mixture of laughter and oohs from the crowd. Ian smiled, heart fluttering at his boyfriend's disgruntled charm. Mickey was an acquired taste, one Ian found himself liking from the moment he'd set sights on the ex-con-turned-barista. For others, like Trevor, Mickey's surly disposition was so off putting they couldn't be in the same room. Ian guessed they would see which way the crowd leaned when it was time to make some noise.
"Okay Papi." The host said, taking Mickey's attitude in stride. He gave the crowd a look before moving to the next guy in line who was happy to confess he was from Milwaukee. Mickey sneered and took a step away from his opponent.
With introductions out of the way and the crowd getting restless Booty Shorts grabbed a leaking hose from the stagehand and posed with a saucy wink.
"Time to get wet gentlemen!"
"Finally!" Cole cried, clutching at his lace tank top as if every second these men stayed dry was agony.
Putting the mic aside, Booty Shorts held the hose over the first man's head and the trickle of water increased into a full stream of water, soaking the man's white shirt in seconds and revealing tanned skin and dark nipples. The crowd cheered, their applause and whistles shifting to the next soaked torso, and the next.
Ian remained quiet, his eyes focused on one participant and one participant only: Mickey. The man's lips were tilted up in a semi-grin, his hair curling against his forehead with the heat. His fingers were twitching at his sides, betraying his impatience. Ian wondered if he was nervous or eager.
The hose was moving to Mickey now, water hitting his head and dripping down onto his shoulders and chest, soaking through the cotton tee leaving it transparent. Ian's mouth went dry the wetter Mickey got. His man was small but strong, making his compact body thick and shapely. His pecs were full, nipples pink and perky from the chilly water, the black balls of the barbells going through them apparent on either side of the sensitive buds. Probably the best part was the distorted image of Mickey's tattoos, the head and tail of a snake on either side of his neck the reptile resting across his neck and down his chest, a bouquet of stargazer lilies in vibrant blue, and an illegible sprawling of words over his heart. Ian's stomach did a backflip as he drank in Mickey's gorgeous body, soaking wet and unbelievably sexy.
"Cheer for your man!" Cole's elbow to his side settled his stomach enough for him to fill his lungs with air and scream as loud as he could, throwing in a sharp wolf whistle until Booty Shorts moves on.
Mickey didn't win the wet t-shirt contest, but Ian thought he should have. The white shirt was still damp and cold when Ian got him back to their hotel room. Closing the door behind him Ian pulled Mickey in close by his hips, feeling his pierced nipples rub just below his own.
“You look good all soaking wet.” Ian told the smaller man before claiming his lips in a heated kiss.
Mickey chuckled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the redhead's shoulders.
"But I'm cold." He complained, bottom lip pushed out, the thick line cut by a ring in the center of it.
"Let me warm you up." Ian said low and loaded. Sliding his hands up under the hem of Mickey's wet tee he slid it up over chilled flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Their lips parted when the wet fabric reached Mickey's chin, and Ian pulled it off and flung it behind him, hearing the wet weight pull down the door handle and then plop to the floor.
Ian ran his large palms over Mickey's body, warming him up, feeling him. He flicked a perky nipple making the smaller man moan before hoisting him up by his waist and tossing him onto the bed.
"Gonna warm you up real good, baby." He whispered as he crawled over his prone boyfriend, laying his weight against him and pecking a loving kiss over the writing on his heart, now clearly visible: Ian Gallagher, because somewhere between a felon themed coffee shop and Mexico Ian had wormed his way under Mickey's skin and into his heart.
He undressed Mickey quickly, revealing milky white, thick thighs and shapely, tattooed calves. He kissed bare, boney ankles and inked knuckles before trailing his lips up and down Mickey's shaft, heated and hard with arousal. Deep green eyes met blown out blue as Ian took him in his mouth and suckled the head.
"Fuck, Ian!" He hissed, gripping Ian's ginger locks between FUCK U-UP fingers. Ian's chest blossomed with satisfaction, in love with how sensitive every part of Mickey seemed to be. He reached a hand up to move a barbell through Mickey's nipple, enjoying the shudder that rippled through the man, causing his cock to jump in Ian's mouth and the taste of salty precum to grace his tongue. Ian moaned and took Mickey deeper, letting saliva build in his mouth and glide his lips down the shaft quicker and easier.
"'M gonna cum." Mickey warned him, only to howl when Ian's response was to dig his thumbnail into Mickey's nipple. A few more pleasure-pain hits to the pierced buds mixed with the even pressure on his cock and Mickey was cumming down his boyfriend's throat, shuddering at the stiff flicks of Ian's tongue against his slit as he seeked out the remaining flavor.
Mandhalding Mickey under the covers and into his arms, Ian was determined to chase away the remaining chill clinging to him before taking care of his own erection.
"Your shoulders are all freckly." Mickey commented, brushing his fingers gently over them. "Thought you'd burn like a motherfucker."
Ian closed his eyes, enjoyed the feeling of Mickey's touch moving up his neck, his jaw, his lips, and eyelids. His erection had subsided but his blood still rushed in his ears. He hoped that never stopped around Mickey, the way he still got butterflies and couldn't stop himself from smiling. Eyes still closed he felt Mickey's fingers encircle his and bring them to his chest, allowing him to feel the raised letters of his own name and he knew this wasn't a feeling that would go away, for either of them.
#gallavich#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#shameless#ian x mickey#chaos writes#gallavich fanfic#ao3#gallavich kinktober 2022#sorry for the long wait#hopefully it was worth it
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: VS Signature Stripe Runway Vanity Case, Matching Accessories.
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Basquiat and Picasso and Gustav Klimnt on your wall, to let people know you appreciate art, but not the kind from living artists. You just came back from a vacation in Cancun and your beautiful wife has pink nails and perfect makeup and big boobs. You and your chihuahua are both overfed. Your sons have a pool, and they each have their own bedroom. I feel undeniably jealous yet at the same time completely disgusted. How happy and well adjusted you are. How completely foreign and out of reach this life feels for me.....how I desire a family someday, but can never actually see myself feeling fully fulfilled in such a setting. INTERNAL CONFLICT YAY!!!!
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Journal Entry 1- The Playa Players
“I couldn’t possibly go to Mexico!” I exclaimed dramatically to my friends, who were all planning a getaway from the barren cold landscape of Fargo, North Dakota, to Playa Del Carmen. My company had been demanding all of my time and money, leaving me with barely enough energy to crawl into bed at night, let alone jet off to a tropical paradise. But my friends were a persuasive bunch, and before I knew it, I found myself rummaging through old flight credits from the summer of quarantine. Lo and behold, I had an unused one that was just begging to be put to good use. So, with a mix of excitement and trepidation, I hopped on a flight and made my way down to Cancun.
As I sat on the public bus to Playa, feeling tired but excited, I couldn’t help but wonder what the quick weekend had in store for me. I was going to secretly see Phil tonight for an innocent dinner since my friends had a long day trip planned to Tulum and certainly wouldn’t be back until late.
Of course, as luck would have it, my friends had in fact, canceled their day trip to Tulum and were lounging around the room when I arrived. My secret plans were foiled..I reluctantly had to explain why I couldn’t join them for dinner that night.
I had promised to meet up with my ex-boyfriend, who was currently living in Playa. It had been a while since I’d seen him, and even though I knew it wasn’t good for me (as I sure will be the theme for this journal) I decided to quietly make plans to catch up with him. Melania, loathes that I have kept in contact with him, and since she is the one who convinced me to book the ticket and donate a spare twin bed to me, she couldn’t help but be miffed. I assured her and the others I would be ready to party with them in a few short hours.
I slipped into a cute brown woven dress without a bra – because let’s be real, who needs that kind of restriction?? Now, I may have been running on fumes with no sleep for days, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me from the chance at fun. When in Mexico…right? I touched up my makeup and gave my natural curls a little scrunch to add some extra sass and headed out the door.
And then, there he was. The guy who had tossed me aside like yesterday’s news after I simply asked him to use protection. I mean, seriously, how hard is it to wrap it up? But even though he threw away our relationship like garbage, I couldn’t help but feel a flush when I saw him.
It had been eight long months since I’d gotten any action, and damn, there he was, looking hotter than ever. I know I probably should have been mad at him, but I just couldn’t help myself. Maybe it was his quirky aspergers traits, or maybe it was the cocaine he had for breakfast, but I genuinely feel like he is literally incapable of real human connection, so I had continued to give him the biggest hall pass of the century.
We had dated on and off for over four years, but the relationship had never been exclusive – at least not on his end, but when he gave me his undivided attention, I swear I felt like the queen of the universe.
But let’s talk about the real reason I kept coming back for more: the sex. This man knew how to make my body sing like a freaking symphony. And the size difference between us only added to the excitement. I mean, I’m a petite 5’0″ ball of pure fire and energy, while he’s this massive, calm and collected, hunk of man who could toss me around like a rag doll. And you know what? I loved every second of it.
The moment I wasn’t with him, he would disappear like a phantom, leaving me feeling confused and frustrated. At 52 years old, he had once told me that I was “the first real relationship he ever had”. I had to laugh at that – after all, he had never even met my family, and I had let him fuck other people. But to him, a real relationship simply meant being willing to be seen in public with me in front of friends and coworkers. .
There was something about the way he took control that just drove me wild. Honestly, I’m not sure if it was his attentiveness or our incredible connection in the bedroom (or the balcony, or the sleek kitchen counter ) that had me hooked. All I know is that this guy was like a drug to me, and I couldn’t get enough. So maybe I was the one with the “drug” problem after all…not him.
Despite all odds, he was actually an upgrade from my ex, the king of narcissism. The inspiration behind my decision to embark on this wild social experiment in the first place… At least what I saw with Phil, is what I got. He was refreshingly authentic. No dual lives and lies, empty promises and even emptier wallets.
No matter what, I had promised myself (and Melania) that I would not hook up with him, no matter how much tequila was involved.
Dinner went as expected. Romeo’s is my favorite hole in the wall Italian place in Playa, well, let’s be real, in all of the galaxy. Across from me, Phil chattered on about his latest achievements, from mastering the art of diving to his ever-expanding business empire. As much as I tried to stay focused on our conversation, my mind kept drifting to the past.
As I watched him eat his last bite of truffle ravioli, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at how seemingly awesome his life was despite how much he had hurt me. Aside from his philandering ways, his life seemed so damn perfect. But then again, when you’ve quadrupled your net worth in three years, it’s easy to see why the world is your oyster.
I’ve seen the new younger and hotter blondes that he’s been screwing. I’d done just an innocent amount of rabbit hole internet sleuthing over the last 9 months since we had broken up…as had some of my friends.. He was now trolling for women barely out of college, enticing them with simply the promise of 2 day long blow and liquor fueled trips to his time-share in Puerto Vallarta.
I used to think our 15-year age gap was significant, but it paled in comparison to the 30-year chasm he was now bridging with his arrangement site conquests. I realized that money truly could buy happiness, or at least a never-ending supply of willing young bimbos. The age gap works just fine when you’re 6’4” with a bio that blatantly parades your net worth is over ten million dollars.
The pandemic had been an absolute nightmare for me. My life had been crushed in every possible way, from becoming a homeschool kindergarten teacher overnight to my 5 year old son, to literally being terminated from my own company that I had started from the ground up, and getting quite literally ghosted by the new guy I thought would change my word. But then there was Phil, the lucky bastard who managed to thrive despite everything. He had even sold three bars in October 2019, right before the world came crashing down on the industry due to Covid. It was like he had a crystal ball or something. He had invested the money wisely and had exploded his net worth in the process.
“I own over 200 doors now,” he boasted, his muscular chest puffed up with pride.
While I was struggling to pay rent on my one measly apartment, Phil was buying up real estate left and right in Detroit like it was Monopoly money. His life looked so easy, and it made me queasy.
I had given this man everything, my heart and soul included. And what did he do? He threw it all away because I dared to ask for safe sex in our open relationship. Ethically non-monogamous my ass.
I swore to myself that I would never let him touch me again, no matter how desperate I was. It had been 9 long months since we had broken up, and I could last nine more if it meant I wouldn’t have to worry about some Mexican hybrid STD he’d picked up since he’d been here.. La Cucaracha in my crotcha? No gracias.
As we finished our delicious meal with a slice of heavenly berry cheesecake, Phil grabbed the bill. It was one thing he had always done, take care of me. I had been on a few dates since the breakup, but none of the men on the Bumble roster could hold a candle to Phil. Half of them didn’t even offer to pay for the damn meal. No wonder I was still single.
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[To her hair and makeup. This.]
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Failed 🦋 makeup look lol
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: VS Signature Stripe Runway Vanity Case, Matching Accessories.
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