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It’s fuckin cold. Netflix on Xbox typa night.
LOOKING FOR A JOB?
Job seekers in the Southern California/San Diego area, I’m currently setting up job interviews for hard working individuals. We will provide all the necessary training if you’ve never had any sales experience, but we do require accountability and a strong work ethic. Our team is in partnership with AT&T as a contractor of sales.
This sales job is commission based, and our representatives average an income of $600-1,400 a week after proper training. Training averages 1-2 weeks for individuals with no sales experience.
- Less than 6 sales in a week* = 37% commission (of all sales)
- More than 6 sales in a week** = 47% commission (of all sales)
- 1 sale a day, 6 days a week** = $600-700 (excluding bonuses)
- 2 sales a day, 6 days a week** = $1,300-1,400 (excluding bonuses)
Paychecks are given every Friday of the week.
There is no cap on income. In other words, the more sales you make, the fatter your paycheck.
If you’d like an interview, message me with your basic information, and we’ll go from there. Must be 18+ to apply.
Not a student/Full-time student/Part-time student:
Even if you’re currently employed, reblog it to your friends and followers who may be searching for a job with no avail.
Well it is a horse after all.
I wear lipstick,
for my lips stick to the ears of men,
so they can experience in surround sound my screams of agony
with each lash of rulers, measuring tape, and scales,
as if my waistline and weight are inversely proportional to my value as a human being.
See my lips, they stick, but not together.
Rather, they flail open with flames to burn down this culture that once kept them shut.
New crewneck design. Let me know what you think?
A progressive movement in the right direction.
I’m not a difficult girl.
I enjoy books, good movies, great company, dope beats, ill tracks, good food, great sceneries, great sex, and just anything that keeps me stimulated as a human being.
I may not be the hottest girl, but I can warm your heart with the songs I’ll serenade you to sleep with.
I may not have the best body, but the depth of my mind will completely compensate for that.
I may not be the skinniest girl, but my curves will seduce and conquer you in bed.
I may not be reblogged all over tumblr, but my words will forever be etched in my own blog - for my eyes to enjoy at a later time.
My pictures may not be liked and reblogged by hundreds of guys, but I’d much rather be followed by the content of my posts, rather than the content of my physical appearance.
I may not love hello kitty as much as other girls, but it’s only because I’d rather receive a book - over a key chain or stuffed animal from sanrio.
I may not model, but I am a model of an idealistic type of girl to settle down with.
I may not always be there when you wake up, but that’s only because I’m making you breakfast in bed
I may not have angelina jolie lips, but my lips can still work magic on your …
I may not have flawless skin, but my arms are tattooed with artwork that will forever hold a special meaning in my heart.
I may not be the best writer, but my syntax is forever evolving.
I may not be the best singer, but at least I’m not the worst either.
I may not be the “girl of your dreams”, but I am your mother’s.
Yeah that’s right. A yo mama reference.
I may not be the funniest girl, but my sarcasm will compensate for that.
I may not break necks, but only because I’d rather break minds (in) with the depth of my insight and knowledge.
I may not see you every week, but it’s because I work a full-time job in order to support myself.
I may not allow you to pay for the check at times - but don’t feel emasculated. It’s only because I like picking up the tab from time to time.
I may get into an argument with you, but only to resolve an issue that we have at hand. Resolution and communication is the key to a functioning relationship, right?
I may come off a bit blunt at times, but it’s only because I don’t like to waste time beating around the bush.
I may not be a perfect girl, but I will do my best to make my future boyfriend/girlfriend happy.
.. And that’s all that matters.
Sometimes, I just lay in my bed, naked as the day I was born, and fantasize about the things you’d do to me if we were in the same room.
I slowly open my legs, lick my fingers, and allow them to slowly trace the outline of my nipples. I feel them getting erect from stimulation, so I squeeze both breasts roughly, as you would. I feel slight pangs of pain and pleasure mixed in, and I allow a slight shiver settle in. I trail the tips of my fingers past my breasts, and down my stomach, and linger in front of the opening. I then arch my back in anticipation of my fingers penetrating my pussy, and let a slight moan slip out when it finally slips, ever so gently, in.
I start to grind my hips, and fuck myself slowly. I feel my hips moving faster, until I’m finally fucking myself vigorously, now allowing more and more moans to slip out. I take my other hand, grab my breasts, and rub each nipple tenderly. I see your face so clearly in my mind, sweat glistening off of your head, a look of utter sexiness on your already handsome features. I smile at the thought, and finger myself harder, feeling the walls of my pussy getting tighter and tighter. My free hand grabs hold of the pillow supporting my head, as I feel myself getting more and more aroused.
I’m dripping wet, and I stop to pause and lick my fingers clean. Mmm, delicious. My pussy is now throbbing, aching for the touch and attention of my wet fingers. I slip them back in, and steadily start to increase the pace and feel the immense pleasure kick in. Waves and waves of euphoria envelop my entire body, and I feel the tightness of my already wet pussy start to throb from stimulation. I feel an orgasm coming on, so I proceed to finger myself faster, ceasing only to rub my clit with my other hand.
It’s so close, I can feel a wave of warmth in anticipation of the feeling I’m about to enjoy. I feel my throat getting warmer and warmer … So I swallow, and moan out a sigh of immense pleasure. My fingers are now furiously working to relieve my body of the sensation it so eagerly awaits.
My back arches, and I bite my lip in an attempt to stifle out my cry, but a moan drowns out the sounds of the music in the background. A steady wave of pleasure creeps from the depth of my pussy, and into the rest of my body. I moan again, and try to prolong the duration of my orgasm.
I now lay motionless, eyes half-opened, glancing at my door. Surely someone must have heard me. No? I shift ever so slightly to the right, and pull the blanket over my naked flesh. I slowly lift my wet fingers up to my lips, and lick the resulted cum off my hands. Satisfaction never felt so wonderful.
Now … if only you were here.