I hope that Sunday includes exactly your version of this kind of sexy happy joy joy time.

May the universe deliver a tiny rockabilly girl unto your lap, your hands bouncing her tight ass up and down your cock, her long shiny hair catching the sunlight through the curtains.

Happy New Years Motherfuckers! And Fatherfuckers, and Daughterfuckers and Sonfuckers too! I think that covers everyone getting well screwed into the next calendar year.

May your 2011 begin with glitter and doe-eyed looks from punk rock girls with creamy smooth boobs.

She didn’t want to wake you, doesn’t see you right away when you step out of the bedroom. It smells like coffee and artificial pine dish detergent.

You watch her for a minute, wearing those cheap cotton panties in the natural light like a foreign language movie star. 

She hears you, surprised. 

Don’t hesitate. Kiss her. Wind your arms around her and lean her back onto the table, her wet soapy hands soaking spots through the back of your t-shirt.

Shiny straight hair, a hard nipple on a small tit.
A tight little ass that takes dicks too big to fit.

Ankle socks, thick hard cocks, white couch fuck-ings…
These are a few of my favourite things.

(Source: m-n-mj)

The summer they turned fifteen, Megan and Melanie discovered the cutaway under the bushes, the small patch of grass behind the pool house.

It started with dares, stumbling and innocent articulations of desire. “Take off your bikini top”, “Make a hickey on my stomach”. 

Soon they were kissing, touching, learning that sexuality was far more playground than battlefield.

You’d grown up with them, neighbours and friends from the days of grass stains and bmx bicycles.

You can’t believe they chose you, opening their soft bodies to you that day when your parents were all out of town. “Our first times”, they’d said, a plan they’d clearly thought about but shyly presented, when you came in from the pool. 

The moment that changed you. Formed in you a lifelong yearning for an innocence that couldn’t be replicated.

Thinking back, would you do it again, knowing what you know?

Yes. You would.

I know exactly what the artist means by this.

Who hasn’t met a boy they liked so much they wanted to build a home and move in on his beautiful, adorable penis?

(Source: prettypuke)

The executive position you’re being recruited for offers a lot of attractive perks.

Waiting in the back of the Maybach outside your hotel, up for anything you want, she is the most attractive perk yet.

Still - you never accept a first offer. Your cock thickens, jumps, but your face doesn’t change. You stare at her cooly.

“Call a friend, please. No. Call several.”

This girls school is regularly scored near the lowest ranking for academics.

That said, this girl proooobably doesn’t need to know a lot about geography to continue successfully down her path in life.

(Source: sleaze)