me: “ew. you’re such a filthy whore!”
me to me: “i’m his filthy whore though. ❤️”
omg. it’s late and i’m fantasizing about my husband’s dick all over again. i-iiii really need to stop obsessing all over it. ew, i’m such a whore. but wait, wait.
“my love language is you stalking my tumblr”
bro, i stalk my own tumblr. no ty lmao
it's getting late here and i'm busy silently thinking about his dick, wanting a taste of him
going back to sleep since sleep is the most wonderful, peaceful thing ever. yeah yeah