I smell fear , someone scared you. Wasnt me . I just wonder who put the fear of terror in you.
When I sit with my student Kayla, all I can think about is how her body would feel against mine. Dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin still tanned from summer and soccer practices after school. Lean, strong legs. Small, firm breasts. A wicked smile. So young and hot and wonderful…
i spent some time in a “turning point” mental institution, they used to TAZER you in the fuccin neck every time you got rattled. ive still got burn marks on my neck from my last visit. would highly recommend. unfortunately i was kicked out after getting one of the gards in the neck with a toothbrush
-Real life skitso
