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zeexik:

Lovin what my hair is doing today. Man I love my hair, it’s my only good looking trait. Without it, I’d be nothing. So to my hair, I just wanna say one thing: “I appreciate you, a lot”

Sexxxyyyyy!!!

zeexik:

Lovin what my hair is doing today. Man I love my hair, it’s my only good looking trait. Without it, I’d be nothing. So to my hair, I just wanna say one thing: “I appreciate you, a lot”

Sexxxyyyyy!!!

Fairy-Dix-Tale

I know that I’m nasty but I’m the best in show I got ribbons lining my bedroom floor. You gotta be over five inches to ride this ride, if you below that then you better go hide. My pussy so wet, my pussy so tight, no I’m not Cinderella and it don’t expire at midnight. Beat me hurt me, damn it’s so big, are you my Dix charming or just a said imatid. Dilo, hands, maybe all good, but I wanna be dickafied like I know I should.
-CGL

Don’t even have to say much!

Don’t even have to say much!

Yummmmm, if only the pants went lower. *Falls out of chair*

zeexik:

Ok, I’m not trying to be a mysace fag or anything but…. I just felt like posting it. By putting it out on Tumblr, it’s a step to becoming more comfortable in my own skin.

Yummmmm, if only the pants went lower. *Falls out of chair*

zeexik:

Ok, I’m not trying to be a mysace fag or anything but…. I just felt like posting it. By putting it out on Tumblr, it’s a step to becoming more comfortable in my own skin.

Hit me up

Zeexik aka sexy boy!

-My Ex Boyfriend! (I’m sorry this can’t be he’s not even that cute.)

definitelydope:

a soulful kind of fellow (by manyfires)

-My Ex Boyfriend! (I’m sorry this can’t be he’s not even that cute.)

definitelydope:

a soulful kind of fellow (by manyfires)

youveescaped:

When I was 18, I got into a fight with my boyfriend, one of those fights where I was entirely out of line. I left his apartment for a while and drove around our college town, trying to remember how you apologized to someone. I went to the grocery store and made my way to the bakery, picking out a cake with flowers on it, the kind you fight over with other kids at birthday parties when you’re little. I pointed it out to the woman behind the counter.
“Do you want to say something on it?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Can you put ‘Sorry for being a cunt’ on it?”
“No, no, I cannot,” she huffed at me.
We were in a standoff. I can only imagine what she thought of a teenage girl putting such a word in buttercream icing. She stood strong and I didn’t back down. She called her manager over, a younger woman who started laughing when she heard what the problem was. She tried to convince her employee to write my message in buttercream and then she tried to compromise with me.
“Maybe ‘sorry for being a bitch’?” she said.
“No, it was worse than that, I was a total cunt,” I said.
“I won’t write bitch either,” said the employee, arms crossed.
Finally, the manager grabbed the icing herself and wrote my message on it. I paid for it and took it to my then boyfriend’s apartment. I knocked and held it out to him. He read it and read it again and looked from my face to the cake and back again a few times. I shrugged and he let me inside, setting the cake on the kitchen table. We sat and ate it together, forgetting why we had been so upset. He ate the part that said “cunt” on it and I got the flower.
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I don’t remember how to make friends, if I ever did at all.

youveescaped:

When I was 18, I got into a fight with my boyfriend, one of those fights where I was entirely out of line. I left his apartment for a while and drove around our college town, trying to remember how you apologized to someone. I went to the grocery store and made my way to the bakery, picking out a cake with flowers on it, the kind you fight over with other kids at birthday parties when you’re little. I pointed it out to the woman behind the counter.

“Do you want to say something on it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Can you put ‘Sorry for being a cunt’ on it?”

“No, no, I cannot,” she huffed at me.

We were in a standoff. I can only imagine what she thought of a teenage girl putting such a word in buttercream icing. She stood strong and I didn’t back down. She called her manager over, a younger woman who started laughing when she heard what the problem was. She tried to convince her employee to write my message in buttercream and then she tried to compromise with me.

“Maybe ‘sorry for being a bitch’?” she said.

“No, it was worse than that, I was a total cunt,” I said.

“I won’t write bitch either,” said the employee, arms crossed.

Finally, the manager grabbed the icing herself and wrote my message on it. I paid for it and took it to my then boyfriend’s apartment. I knocked and held it out to him. He read it and read it again and looked from my face to the cake and back again a few times. I shrugged and he let me inside, setting the cake on the kitchen table. We sat and ate it together, forgetting why we had been so upset. He ate the part that said “cunt” on it and I got the flower.

I don’t remember how to make friends, if I ever did at all.

Let’s See

What I like is sex, and I like alot of it, I’ve only had 3 partners, but I got them wrapped so tight around my pussy all I have to say is “Attention,” and they’re hard as a brick.  If you fine or sexy i’m talking, if you ugly I’m walking. Some just may say I’m bitch, but I’m tightest bent over bitch you’ll ever know. 

Wiki Wiki Wiki

I’m smart as whip, tight as a whole, you put your dick in my pussy I ask are you ready to roll.  1 inch, two inch, you better be six, because if ain’t you better not put your application in.  I suck dick like kid with a lollipop, I suck it suck it till it’s gone, giving deepthroat all night long.

Part 2, coming later, stoke on that i’ll catch you later!

-CGL, and I don’t mean Gucci. That's What I Do! (Ant that's not even the biggest)

Calm Ya Balls

Yea I like me some balls, and I like hairy ones too, don’t judge this girl.  If you got a dick I’m Interested, if you got a pussy, I’m intrigued, if you got both, I’m sending you to Ripley Believe it or not.