Maggie, Maggie burning bright
What will you do with your night?
Dance on table, eat some cake?
Climb a mountain, swim a lake?
Or will you the wiser thing
and go outside and sit and swing
while sitting underneath the brightest star
knowing that you're loved near and far
Maggie, Maggie, story teller
Have a good one with your feller
Happy Birthday, Ms. M.
love,
rachel
what we watch:
Castle
Once upon a time
The B in apt 23
Suburgatory
Dr Who
Game of Thrones
the idea is hot. the cold hard reality is that, if some guy has filled me with his cum, i'm more likely to be freaking out about being pregnant which is NOT sexually stimulating!
all these years later and i still have bad dreams and i wake up like it was yesterday. i hope that you and your perfect wife and your perfect job and your perfect life and your perfect home and your perfect smile get hit by a giant train and dragged across the continental US with it's cattle guard jammed into your crotch and i hope your balls explode and heal and explode over and over, every 10 minutes until the pain drives you crazy and i hope that donkeys dance on your face and ant crawl down your throat and scorpion crawl up your ass and i hope that your cock falls off and i hope that you live to be a million and that you suffer like that every single day of your life knowing it will never ever end and i hope you think of what you did to me the entire time.
unless it's a really obvious scar, like on the face, where you just can't look away, i'm pretty ambivilant one way or the other.
or, as we call it here, 'the coin slot' *giggles*
now you've gone and spoiled it, Nicola - i've been insisting it's all done with magic *sighs*
you know something? virgin, non virgin. it doesn't matter what age you lose your cherry. do it when it feels right and to hell with anyone who thinks less of you for that - they're idiots. and honesty, it's no big thing.