Posted by faeryboi on Wed 22 Jun 11, 11:07 PM to faeryboi's blog.
Now i know not everyone likes everyone, and some folk dont like me. But here is the thing, I stay just to piss on your cornflakes.
| 22 Jun 11, 11:28 PM MissP UK(EN), 8 yrs |
I don't even have breakfast. Nothing passes my lips until my mid-morning sosige. So ner! | |
| 22 Jun 11, 11:34 PM dominalush UK(RG), 5 yrs |
I like you!!So please dont do that howwid thing to my cereal....I much prefer milk!! to give pain is my pleasure...... | |
| 22 Jun 11, 11:44 PM Conan_The_Librarian UK(S), 3 yrs |
I find this image erotic and would like further details and maybe some pictures.
Augusti Ro Laren Futatrix. | |
| 23 Jun 11, 12:07 AM GazUK1963 UK(B), 6 yrs |
Only if you can piss Jersey Gold Top! Gary xxx. Everyone who lives dies, but not everyone who dies has truly lived. | |
| 23 Jun 11, 1:40 AM Puddin_Von_Puss UK(WA), 6 yrs |
oh yum It's the little things Dude, the little things. | |
| 23 Jun 11, 8:36 AM american_girl UK(CB), 2 yrs |
I've always wondered why it was specifically cornflakes that people pissed in. I mean, what did they ever do to you, aside from being kinda bland? Seriously, I've had my eyes on Rice Krispies for a while now. Snap and Crackle are okay, but Pop ... I'd like to piss all over THAT little fucker... (I completely understand and share your joy in being the proverbial fly in the ointment, btw) | |
| 24 Jun 11, 1:21 AM Avada_Kedavra UK, 7 yrs |
Piss in my sugar Puffs and I shall revoke my offer to do your ironing M: Its only a baby needle, you wont know the difference. I am not a one dimensional needle obsessed Domme... | |
| 29 Jun 11, 8:20 PM MistressNikki UK(SE), 9 yrs |
I don't eat cornflakes, so I is safe. *phew* Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective & permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment | |
| 30 Jun 11, 10:22 PM merrynb99 UK(SL), 6 yrs |
If you can piss through the hole in my Cheerio, I'm yours!
"To Rample: the ability to reduce a man to helplessness through a chilly sensuality" (Barry Norman, about Charlotte Rampling) |