Where I live is in that moment of time where a man is first meeting you and sizing you up to decide whether or not he finds you attractive, whether or not he’d fuck you, whether he should be kind to you as a formality or because he needs you to feel safe with what he’s going to try and pull.
Holy shit
Goddamn this is good.
let me crack
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absolutely loved this one
ohhhhh ivy you fucking wizard