October 2011
1 post
Guess who.
I keep getting messages on my main blog, asking me when I’m going to start posting again.
The thing is, I have no laptop. I only have my iPhone; and as amazing as this phone is, I can’t make submissions on it.
As soon as I can, I’ll post on here. For the time being, please stop badgering me. I truly am sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.
September 2011
3 posts
August 2011
25 posts
1 tag
alittlemindhere asked: why is your blog so damn awesome?
There is nothing sexier than hearing a man moan...
vaporizethecity asked: how bout you get someone to help you out with this account, i would (:
Ask box and submissions open.
I’d get in as many as you can now, because after tomorrow I won’t be able to get on for awhile. I’m moving and still have no laptop of my own. I’ll try to get on as much as I can, when I can, but I can’t promise you guys anything. I’m terribly sorry for the lack of posts and how inactive this blog has been, but I love it and all my followers too much to delete.
Guess who’s back? :)
Hey, guys.
I can only get on for a minute, but I wanted to let you all know I have no internet access or a computer for awhile, so I won’t be able to post. I know a ton of you are going to unfollow me and be pissed off, but there’s really nothing I can do. I hope some of you will stay following me, and I’ll post as soon as I can. I’m sorry.
July 2011
69 posts
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Some of you might have noticed ads on the blog.
They are there for a very good reason. All the money I make from the ads go towards my college money! I’m hoping military will pay for my culinary school, but I’m not counting on it.
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The little things that make sex amazing.
The way he can’t stop running his hands over your hips, gripping you tighter to him. How you dig your nails into his arms or his chest to keep from moaning out too loud. The silent but heated kisses you share before his lips travel from your neck, down lower. The way you arch back against his chest as you’re bent over, biting the pillow to keep quiet. Those slow, soft kisses he places...
