Brutally hateful zodiac observation (sorry, I woke up today and chose violence)
Aries men (fire sign men in general) are underdeveloped af. You’re lucky if you met one that doesn’t still live with his momma at the ripe age of 26. Authority of a king, accountability of a toddler.
Taurus is the most possessive sign, not Scorpio. Most people don’t notice because a. It’s material things they try to possess b. They come across as likeable so people let is slide
Libra women are the ultimate girl boss but at the same time the biggest pick me girls
Virgos are the definition of narcissism but usually they justify it with something so it looks like perfectionism. But hey, nothing or no one is enough and they wonder why they are so lonely
Moon in Libra men are the ultimate himbos. They need a socially acceptable good looking woman who will guide them with wisdom and maybe even buy them nice things. At the end of the day, moon in Libra man will check out other girls, try to make their girl think it’s okay to be a side chick. Their main chick is themselves for they are only capable of admiring themselves
Pisces placements in general are lucky people but they are too dumb to even see or enjoy it. Still miserable
Leo placements are the ‚peaked in high school‘ placements. They like to reminisce about their glorious past but the qualities that make them great doesn’t age very well. The more people mature, the more useless ‚leo appeal’ gets
I don’t know anything about geminis because they were never really under my radar. Maybe they’re nice people. Idk idc
Cancer, why are you so comfortable being a loser that you do everything in your power to attract toxic people? It’s one thing to be a bottom but it’s quite another to be a doormat.
Mars in Libra placements suck. They will talk shit behind your back. Will do anything else but give you clarity and honesty.
Leo women and Aries women invented chasing men. (Scorpio and Gemini as well)
Scorpio placements are manipulative, we know. Scorpio mars is the sneakiest. They will come up with an idea and then make it seem like it was your idea. Never directly says it.
Capricorn is the armpit odour placement.
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Mr. Walz
Featuring Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz
Back in the late ‘90s, Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz, and now Vice President Kamala Harris’ running mate, was a high school teacher and football coach in rural Minnesota. I attended Mankato West from 2000-2004, having Walz for 11th grade history. Being gay at the time, I initially expected to hate Walz, because he was a football coach and a hunter. But he was accepting and really friendly with me; with everyone really. He’s genuinely the goofy teacher that was in the hallway greeting every kid every morning, giving high fives and fist bumps. He and his wife, also a teacher at the school, provided vital support during my formative years. And to be honest, I thought he was cute.
He was in his late 30s and about 21 years my senior at that time, about my height, which is just shy of five foot-nine. He was chiselled like most middle-aged men with a gut. He dressed conservatively, usually a short sleeve solid colored shirt with a tee shirt under it and trousers which seemed to be a few sizes too small. I couldn’t help but find myself staring at his tightly held manhood, which showed a clear outline of his thick cock. That bulge had me daydreaming during our meets and school outings. I would jerk-off with this image in my mind every night.
After graduation, I didn’t see my ex-teacher again until I attended a campaign dinner in Falcon Heights, Minnesota. He instantly recognized me, smiling broadly and gave me a big hug. We’re talking 20-something years ago, and to have your 10th-grade geography teacher remember you after all of that time, it means something. I couldn’t call him Gov. Walz, because he will forever be Mr. Walz.
We talked a bit then, and a couple times throughout the evening. He asked me about what I was up to, if I was dating, the usual chit chat. I was so giddy to see Mr. Walz that I confessed that I had a crush on him in high school. I told him I thought about him every night when I jack off. How I use a big carrot up my ass, and pretend it was his dick. And I told him I knew he would never like me, that way, but I had to tell him.
Surprisingly, he suggested I should come over to his hotel, later, placing his hotel room card on the edge of the sink right next to me.
"Wait here, I'll have an agent escort you to my room in an hour." He said before leaving. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one had, so I quickly grabbed the key.
Sure enough, an hour later, a secret service agent escorted me to his hotel. The journey upstairs was unbearable. Reporters to dodge, people for the agent to nod away. By the time I got to Mr. Walz’s room, I was afraid he’d think I wasn’t’ interested, but when I entered the room, he was ready and waiting. The lights were dim, Mr. Walz was in a hotel bathrobe, and he’d ordered porn on the television.
"Is this what you really want?" I asked.
"More then anything." He replied.
I made the first move, leaning in to kiss him and as soon as our lips met, his arms went around me. Quickly, he started unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping my pants, and basically tearing my clothes off as he moved his tongue around inside my mouth. His hand was on my hard dick, feeling and testing the size.
"Oh, yeah." He moaned, as he ran his hand down my tender, sensitive cock before squatting.
With his mouth at my crotch, he ran his tongue up all seven inches, before gently pushing me towards the bed. On the bed, our bodies melded into one. His hard dick was teasing mine, as once again, our tongues found the other's mouth. Hands everywhere, as we hugged and rocked each other. Kissing my way down his chest, I left a trail of saliva all the way to his cock. Taking him in my mouth, I began to suck while I swirled my tongue around his boner before he started thrusting into my throat, making me gag. I guess he got pretty turned on by what I was doing to him as he turned me around and put us into 69 position.
As Mr. Walz took my dick in his mouth, I took his dick in mine. I worked on it with such skill that he began moaning deep inside his throat as he sucked my dick. And he could really suck; he knew how to please a man. I began to feel him starting to breathe rapidly and shake. I knew he was going to explode soon. I was getting close as well.
Wanting Mr. Walz to fuck me, I quickly seperated, and rolled off the bed leaving him laying there completely naked with a huge hard-on. Hurrying to my pants, I pulled a tube of lubrication out of his pocket before I bounded back to the bed. After telling him I wanted him to fuck me, I tensely watched as Mr. Walz applied the lubricate to his cock, knowing the pain I was about to feel. I couldn’t help but thinking back to my high school years when I first saw him. I had always wanted Mr. Walz to fuck me since then. Now was the time.
“You got a nice tight asshole.” Mr. Walz told me as he rubbed some of the KY onto my asshole.
He lifted my legs and stared me straight in the eyes as he guided the head of his cock to my ass. As soon as his dick made contact, he immediately thrust all 8 inches into me. I gasped loudly, so loudly in fact that I’m sure the people in the next room heard.
“I’m going to really open up your asshole.” Mr. Walz called out with a wicked smile on his face as he slowly started fucking me.
Noticing each time the fat head of his cock passed my hard prostate, pre-cum would squirt from the tip of my dick. He reached down and scooped it up with his finger, brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.
"Oh, man, that's good." He said, as he scooped up more, but I pulled his finger to his mouth, and sucked it in.
We smiled at each other before he leaned forward and kissed me deep, our tongues caressed each other, sharing my pre-cum. Then as we kissed he sent his cock plunging deeper into me. I arched my back as I was forced to take more cock deeper into my ass than ever before.
“Yes, fuck me, Mr. Walz.” I found myself saying when he broke our embrace, “Give it to me, Mr. Walz. Make me yours!”
And he did just that. Mr. Walz started fucking me hard and fast. I took each of the strokes of his his old manhood willingly. I wanted to give him total pleasure and I could tell from the far away look in his eye that the old man was as lost in me as I was in him. I knew he was getting close, and I didn’t want to stop him, so I didn’t say a word about pulling out. Having only had sex with his wife for all those years, he didn’t think of it either. Soon he was filling my ass with ropes of cum, and I felt it filling me up.
After we got off and caught our breath, he looked at me and we both started laughing and telling each other how glad we were that we'd just met up today.
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