What are you afraid of?

2 Oct 2016

Giant marshmallow armies. *shivers*

You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.

2 Oct 2016

Spiders, snakes, heights, etc... don't bother me.

But I am claustrophobic. You won't catch me crawling through tight caverns.

French Kisses in a Darkened Doorway

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-stories/afterglow.aspx

Stories I Like a lot:
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/no-way-in.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/neighbours.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/straight-sex/the-rains-will-come-soon.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/we-always-go-on.aspx

2 Oct 2016

Quote by Regnadkcin
Spiders, snakes, heights, etc... don't bother me.

But I am claustrophobic. You won't catch me crawling through tight caverns.

then my ass is off limits for you, i guess *giggles and runs*

You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.

2 Oct 2016

Quote by sprite
Giant marshmallow armies. *shivers*

Especially those "marshmallows"

Motorcycle Pilot

2 Oct 2016

Water of unknown depth makes me incredibly uncomfortable. The thought of treading water in the open ocean is terrifying. Also, incredibly beautiful women. They hypnotize me with a glance and send my usual easy going confidence into a tailspin. I may be over 40, but some ladies can strike me down into a pubescent blush.

2 Oct 2016

Quote by motorcyclepilot

Especially those "marshmallows"

freaking terrifying, right? their evil little smiles and beady eyes, you can just feel the menace wafting off of them as they wait for you to turn your back.

You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.

2 Oct 2016

Waking up dead!

2 Oct 2016

What am I afraid of?

What scares me the most is the thought that I might look back someday and realize that I didn't grab life by the balls and flog every ounce of pleasure out of the time that I was given. Life is short, and regret is eternal.