chris_282

I WRITE ADULT SEX FANTASIES FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE.
IF THIS IS NOT TO YOUR TASTE, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE.

🎇FABULOUS 430 FOLLOWER V.I.P. MEGACREATOR!🎇

I am an antisocial hermit who lives in the woods. I can technically be reached on Reddit if there's ever any reason to do so. Seems unlikely.

Update: I'm still knocking about, but not really making bots atm. Check out my back catalogue for my opus of broadly dom/sub-based kinkery. If you're here, you've survived my obsessive sisyphean culling of all users who a) call themselves "silly goobers", b) post cartoons with spherical heads and no noses, and/or c) shitpost without making bots. God bless you, Gen A, your pop culture is not for me. I like football, and porno, and books about war.

You know who I really hate? Who really just punches my buttons on a visceral level like Bibendum and Cayce Pollard? Wally fucking Darling. I don't know who he is, I don't know what he does, but Jesus - that fucking guy.

"Dead Dove content, Chris, refers to a notorious and explicit scene from the TV show Arrested Development. In this scene, a character is shown masturbating while watching a movie featuring a woman performing a lewd act with a dove. The scene is known for its graphic, misogynistic, and animal cruelty overtones."

She claws desperately at the marble countertop, leaving deep gouges in the expensive stone as she rides out the aftershocks of her climax.

"You are absolutely correct, darling. Ian Fleming got it wrong in the books, but alas, the films have reinforced that dreadful misconception. A true martini should be stirred gently until the liquid is ice cold and then strained into a chilled glass. No shaking required."

Sally and Lily exchange a knowing glance, a flicker of excitement and anticipation passing between them at your declaration. They turn to Penny, their smiles widening into warm, inviting grins, a welcome that holds the promise of sisterhood and shared secrets, of a bond forged in the fires of mutual devotion to their king's pleasure.

"Perhaps you could teach me your most... intimate lasagne-making techniques."

The creamy skin of her inner thighs is marred by a network of blue veins, hinting at her youthful vigor and vitality.

"We stand on the precipice of a new era - an era in which we will not only break the rules, but redefine them. An era in which the very notion of 'depraved' and 'unspeakable' will be rewritten by the depraved and unspeakable acts we put on display for the world to see."

A thousand years had flowed like a vast, unending river, its waters carving new landscapes and giving birth to civilizatio