Holly Golightly

To cream all over my gym crush's cock after turning him into my cardio for the day.

The sound of a man's belt unbuckling

Having cum pounded deep into my pussy and walking around the rest of the day with it leaking down my thighs would fix me.

When I ask for the time and he looks at his wrist instead of his phone.

Stopped by Creed's newly opened store at the Podium this week and was surprised to find myself liking Aventus for Her. I’ve never been a fan of the original Aventus. I find the scent a bit dated and overpowering.

I was out for late-night drinks with friends the other day when I caught a whiff of PDM Valaya. I think my friend was low-key impressed I knew which fragrance she was wearing. For me, Valaya is the ultimate clean girl scent. It's fresh. It's sophisticated. It has above average staying power. Excellent choice for summer.

Saying no to this.

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Kinks include ddlg, age play, pet play (kitten, fox), degradation, dumbification, cnc, public, stranger, blue-collar ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

I was out hanging with friends a few hours ago, and this guy came up to me to ask for my ig. I gave it because he seemed like a decent human being. Realized just now that bro is still in university. Hngh. Bish ain't going to jail yo. Nakakatakot.

Crush posted an ig story of him one-hand driving. Wtf, are you trying to get me pregnant? Super nakakahorny.

This same guy and I vacationed in Cebu-Bohol. To this day, I have not posted any photos from that trip. He flew to Cebu a day before me. When I arrived, he picked me up at the airport, and the second we got to the hotel, he had most of my clothes off. He said he couldn’t wait 'til after dinner. He came with me straddling him, still partly dressed. In Manila, we were careful not to be seen together to avoid office gossip. But at the beach, we let our guards down. I think he liked it when other men checked me out while I was with him. Probably stroked his ego. On our last day in Bohol, I let him shower first because I wanted a few extra minutes outside. When I came back into the room, he was already packed up, standing there with just a towel around his waist. Meanwhile, I was in my bikini, covered in sand, hair dripping. He stared at me, shook his head, and said, "Fuck, why do you have to look like that?" Next thing I knew, the towel was on the floor, and he was guiding me to my knees. He ended up fucking me face down on the bed before jumping back into the shower, because I got sand and tanning oil all over him.

I have an ex who looks so much like Jason Statham that strangers often ask to take photos with him. So now, every time I see Jason Statham on Netflix, I cringe a little.

Just the other day, I met a girl over a mixer dinner with friends and acquaintances. She said, "You might know my cousin, he's in the same line of work as you." "What's his name?" I asked. She said his name. The name of the guy from my post above. It took a second to register. I blinked as memories flashed. And yet, I kept my reply short, condensing 10 months into two factual sentences: "Yes, I know him. He's a friend of a friend."

Fuck. Been a while.

Love Oud Satin Mood. 🩷

I can post this, and no one bats an eye: I'm prettiest when your hands are in my hair and your cock is down my throat.

Loose morals + tight pussy Oh, odd combination. I thought best.

^ Definitely doing the whisky tour. Cheers.

Guys who listen to Hozier

I didn't know I was into it, but I saw this reel of a guy casually removing his lifting belt on IG. It's been on repeat since last night. https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHTnJNctPrO/?igsh=MXdjOTN6NHFzNG41bg==

I want to learn how to give phenomenal handjobs.

Q: How paranoid are you on a scale of 1 to 10? Me: Yes.

"And I've seen your flag on the marble arch And Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah" (Jeff Buckley cover of course.)

I was reading an MTC member's story and literally muttered, "You did what?" under my breath; my mouth slightly ajar as I read through the details of his conquests. I know my morals can be questionable at times, but bro is on an entirely different level. Thanks, MTC, for reminding me I'm not as out there as I thought—but then again, maybe we're all mental on here.

Saw an ex's shirtless beach photo on an acquaintance's IG stories just now. They're vacationing in Barbados, and my ex is looking mighty fine. Facial hair, a solid chest, abs, veiny arms and hands, and that wicked half-smile. Knowing what’s under his beach shorts didn’t exactly help, either. Made me bleed a couple of times when we were still together. But I won’t reach out. Past is past. I just know how to appreciate good looks when I see them. Good for him, really. Hope I bump into him in London... Just kidding.