Date: 2023-06-14 03:51 am (UTC)
moondregs: (better find another superstition)
From: [personal profile] moondregs
Cheeseburgers. With pineapples on them. And barbecue sauce.

Date: 2023-06-14 04:45 am (UTC)
moondregs: (two can play this game)
From: [personal profile] moondregs
Of course all at the same time.

Ugh. I am not. It’s weird having these cravings. I can’t believe I let you do this to me.

Date: 2023-06-14 01:31 pm (UTC)
moondregs: (i could go off the deep end)
From: [personal profile] moondregs
You’ll be satisfying that craving as well, so you’d better not make any plans for at least a week.

Date: 2023-06-17 01:36 am (UTC)
moondregs: (i could kill all my best friends)
From: [personal profile] moondregs
I need dick.

[ The prim, serious boy who pretended he didn’t care about sex was dead in the face of hormones and loneliness. ]

Date: 2023-06-17 02:04 am (UTC)
moondregs: (child's play)
From: [personal profile] moondregs
Don’t toy with me when I’m angry and horny, Corrigan. You may not like the results.

Date: 2023-06-17 02:26 am (UTC)
moondregs: (inventing lovers on the phone)
From: [personal profile] moondregs
I need to be stuffed, pounded, mating pressed into a mattress. I don’t care if I’m already knocked up I want to be treated like you’re trying to breed me again.