My para Hailie just went ''I like my men like I like my toast. And I don't eat toasts''
Best. Coming out. Ever.
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thinking about sitting on abby’s lap at a house party, big beefy arm wrapped around your waist lightly. your ex-girlfriend sending a death glare abby’s way across the other side of the room makes her pull you closer against her chest, leaving no space between you two. a blunt going from your lips to hers. the higher she gets the more affectionate and possessive abby becomes.
she’s whispering in your ear, silky voice light and airy, just how much she wants to fuck you. how beautiful you look tonight. she’s pulling at the hem of your shirt, until her palm lays flat against your stomach. skin on skin, your spine shivers. abby loves how much her touch effects you. her fingers are right above your clothed cunt, teasing you endlessly, but not quite giving into what you need.
abby whispers in your ear “it’s cute, you know? your ex thinking she still has a chance. thinking her cunt feels better than mine. thinks she can eat you out better than i can.” her breath is warm as she pants in your ear. it’s uneven, messy — hot.
“how about i fuck you in her bedroom upstairs? do you think she’ll get the message then? maybe if you squirt all over her sheets, yeah? would you like that, baby? yeah, i bet you would. i bet this pussy is dripping for me. i’m barely touching you but, fuck, i can practically smell you.” abby kisses your neck, as you crane it to the side, allowing her access to it.
abby has you standing up, before she grabs your hand ascending up the stairs into your ex-girlfriend’s vacant bedroom.
“i meant what i said. we’re not leaving this room until you’re squirting all over my face. okay, angel?” you nod eagerly, mouth devouring hers. “now, be a good girl and strip for me.” abby smacks your ass and sits on the bed, watching as you discard each item of clothing. she takes off her shirt, knowing you love to see her broad, freckled shoulders.
“remember angel, be as loud as you want. okay? she needs to be reminded exactly who you belong to.” abby manhandles, practically throwing you on the bed before she places herself in between your thighs.
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😮💨 Went out to socialize with some coworkers yesterday. I mention that I'm bi, and then just a minute later that I have a husband.
Coworker (who is a lesbian, for the record, so what follows isnt straight ignorance) that I really do not know: oh, wait, you're married?
Me: ha, yes.
Them: And you're bi?
Me: ...yes?
Them: wow, so like, an open relationship?
Me: ....?????? No?
Them: really?.....so, you're married. In a monogamous relationship? And...you're still bi?
Me: ...................yes? I...still think women are attractive? Like my husband still thinks women are attractive? Getting married didn't change that.
Them: oh, wow, how interesting.
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