Woke up bored, and yeah—I started touching myself trying to imagine what you would feel like in this right little space.
She’s lonely, and if you can keep her company for a little bit, text me age, race, and location and we’ll discuss what’s on your mind. I check those messages less formal than you’d think—just hit me up.
Qv 100
hhr 150 — and wait, the rose emojis are staying.
Hr 200
Anyway, text me with what you’re comfortable sharing and we can go from there—usually faster when the details are in the first message
