Press And Hold
Press And Hold

Press And Hold

His
His

His

To You
To You

To You

Are
Are

Are

Told
Told

Told

Its
Its

Its

Sources
Sources

Sources

When The
When The

When The

From
From

From

The
The

The

🔥 | Latest

Anaconda, Be Like, and Cute: come today. My is not workin on a date with a girl and suddenly the electricity went off What about the bus? Husband: My heart is paining, call the doctor immediately, Fast! Wife: Ok dear, stay calm, tell me your mobile password Husband: Wait. No need, I'm feeling better now Did you use that opportunity? Yes Bro I drank her Cola I don't have a bus Men will Always be Men Me listening music in class like a boss* Bullets get attracted to masnet and miss you complete sinking and we don Pay Attention ! I am paying attention mam. Really ? what is the last New low cost, 100% bullet-proof helmet armor thing i said ? HOW HAS THE ARMY NOT THOUGHT OF THIS YET The last thing you said is Pay Attention !! Where is Everest? I don't know Ma'am Bro opened a zoo and made the entry fee 1Ok Nobody came He brought it down to Sk, stil nobody came. He brought t down further to He decided to m and it was fill f. Baba, i have two boyfriends, John and David. Tell me who will i get married to? Who will be the lucky one? no one showed up Then he decided to release the lions and made the exit tee 20k Be like Bro You stand on the desk Still cannot see ma'am You'll get married to John. And David will be lucky What you are buyingn ENGLAND İAPAN What's the use of buying a comb? I'll buy a comb I was born cute & rich. You? AUSTRALIA GERMANY LT Exactly! Then what's the use of buying a Rubik's cube when you've no brain? Naked! INDIA Bro talks to Dad Engineers Tryi to Kiss. gar Drl of my choice I know everything about tennis. Ask me anything and I will The pit is l Gates dg I'm CEa of Wold Ban
Anaconda, Be Like, and Cute: come today. My
 is not workin
 on a date with a girl
 and suddenly
 the electricity went off
 What about the
 bus?
 Husband: My heart is paining,
 call the doctor immediately, Fast!
 Wife: Ok dear, stay calm, tell me
 your mobile password
 Husband: Wait. No need, I'm
 feeling better now
 Did you use that
 opportunity?
 Yes Bro
 I drank her Cola
 I don't have a bus
 Men will Always be Men
 Me listening music
 in class like a boss*
 Bullets get attracted to masnet
 and miss you complete
 sinking and we don
 Pay Attention !
 I am paying attention
 mam.
 Really ?
 what is the last
 New low cost, 100%
 bullet-proof helmet armor
 thing i said ?
 HOW HAS THE ARMY NOT THOUGHT OF THIS YET
 The last thing
 you said is
 Pay Attention !!
 Where is
 Everest?
 I don't know
 Ma'am
 Bro opened a zoo and made the
 entry fee 1Ok Nobody came He
 brought it down to Sk, stil nobody
 came. He brought t down further to
 He decided to m
 and it was fill
 f.
 Baba, i have two boyfriends,
 John and David. Tell me who
 will i get married to? Who will
 be the lucky one?
 no one showed up
 Then he decided to release
 the lions and made the
 exit tee 20k
 Be like Bro
 You stand
 on the desk
 Still cannot
 see ma'am
 You'll get married to John.
 And David will be lucky
 What you are buyingn
 ENGLAND
 İAPAN
 What's the use of
 buying a comb?
 I'll buy a comb
 I was born cute
 & rich. You?
 AUSTRALIA
 GERMANY
 LT
 Exactly! Then what's the use of buying
 a Rubik's cube when you've no brain?
 Naked!
 INDIA
 Bro talks to Dad
 Engineers Tryi
 to Kiss.
 gar
 Drl of my choice
 I know everything
 about tennis. Ask me
 anything and I will
 The pit is l
 Gates dg
 I'm CEa of
 Wold Ban
Anaconda, Beautiful, and Craigslist: reply X Posted about 5 hours ago print prohibited z ☆ $1 Dominant man looking for submissive wife (Upper East Side) I am just a man who knows what he wants, and I'm looking for "the one". I will start by saying what this isn't. It's not sadism, there doesn't have to be any pain. It's also not you have no decisions or you are a doormat. Think of it as 1950's style relationship, with a dark and passionate fairy tale just below the surface Central My idea of submission is different than most so called dominant men. The deepest form of submission is through love. Only through love can a woman give up total control and obey fully. This is something similar to a musician and their instrument. Think of a violinist, he is a master of his instrument. He expresses himself through it. Also, it is his most cherished possession, he takes care of it, keeps it safe above all other things. The violin does not think of itself, it knows its owner will take care of it. The owner knows, that he needs the violin like air 25 The subtle mental aspects of my dominance are ever present, and touch all corners of your mind. I want all the great stuff about a traditional relationship- holding hands, cuddling, romantic dinners, laughter, sweetness. The person who I am looking for believes it is sensual to ask permission, and beautiful to have someone in control of you. This person is 100% proud to be womanly, feminine and pleasing 25 craigslist Map data OpenStreetMap (google map) apartment In public, this will come across mostly looking like chivalry. You will always hold private my arm or hand. You will wait for doors to be opened for you, chairs pulled out. I want to make you laugh, make you feel beautiful and enjoy your intelligence Then I want to take you home and do the most depraved things with you room not private About me Doctorate, academic, old school Italian. So, I'm family oriented, a good cook, and romantic and passionate. I'll be happy to share more if you are interested do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers
Anaconda, Beautiful, and Craigslist: reply X
 Posted about 5 hours ago
 print
 prohibited z
 ☆ $1 Dominant man looking for submissive wife (Upper East Side)
 I am just a man who knows what he wants, and I'm looking for "the one". I will
 start by saying what this isn't. It's not sadism, there doesn't have to be any pain.
 It's also not you have no decisions or you are a doormat. Think of it as 1950's
 style relationship, with a dark and passionate fairy tale just below the surface
 Central
 My idea of submission is different than most so called dominant men. The
 deepest form of submission is through love. Only through love can a woman give
 up total control and obey fully. This is something similar to a musician and their
 instrument. Think of a violinist, he is a master of his instrument. He expresses
 himself through it. Also, it is his most cherished possession, he takes care of it,
 keeps it safe above all other things. The violin does not think of itself, it knows its
 owner will take care of it. The owner knows, that he needs the violin like air
 25
 The subtle mental aspects of my dominance are ever present, and touch all
 corners of your mind. I want all the great stuff about a traditional relationship-
 holding hands, cuddling, romantic dinners, laughter, sweetness. The person who
 I am looking for believes it is sensual to ask permission, and beautiful to have
 someone in control of you. This person is 100% proud to be womanly, feminine
 and pleasing
 25
 craigslist Map data OpenStreetMap
 (google map)
 apartment
 In public, this will come across mostly looking like chivalry. You will always hold private
 my arm or hand. You will wait for doors to be opened for you, chairs pulled out. I
 want to make you laugh, make you feel beautiful and enjoy your intelligence
 Then I want to take you home and do the most depraved things with you
 room not private
 About me
 Doctorate, academic, old school Italian. So, I'm family oriented, a good cook, and romantic and passionate. I'll be happy
 to share more if you are interested
 do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers
Cute, Fire, and Lean: Cute girl: *Introduces herself out of nowhere, seemingly interested in me for some inexplicable reason* Me: When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads; when learning stripped the Earth of her mantle of beauty and poets sang no more of twisted phantoms seen with bleared and inward looking eyes; when these things had come to pass, and childish hopes had gone forever, there was a man who traveled out of life on a quest into spaces whither the world's dreams had fled. Of the name and abode of this man little is written, for they were of the waking world only; yet it is said that both were obscure. It is enough to say that he dwelt in a city of high walls where sterile twilight reigned, that he toiled all day among shadow and turmoil, coming home at evening to a room whose one window opened not to open fields and groves but on to a dim court where other windows stared in dull despair. From that casement one might see only walls and windows, except sometimes when one leaned so far out and peered at the small stars that passed. And because mere walls and windows must soon drive a man to madness who dreams and reads much, the dweller in that room used night after night to lean out and peer aloft to glimpse some fragment of things beyond the waking world and the tall cities. After years he began to call the slow sailing stars by name, and to follow them in fancy when they glided regretfully out of sight; till at length his vision opened to many secret vistas whose existance no common eye suspected. And one night a mighty gulf was bridged, and the dream haunted skies swelled down to the lonely watcher's window to merge with the close air of his room and to make him a part of their fabulous wonder. There came to that room wild streams of violet midnight glittering with dust of gold, vortices of dust and fire, swirling out of the ultimate spaces and heavy perfumes from beyond the worlds. Opiate oceans poured there, litten by suns that the eye may never behold and having in their whirlpools strange dolphins and sea-nymphs of unrememberable depths. Noiseless infinity eddied around the dreamer and wafted him away without touching the body that leaned stiffly from the lonely window; and for days not counted in men's calendars the tides of far spheres that bore him gently to join the course of other cycles that tenderly left him sleeping on a green sunrise shore, a green shore fragrant with lotus blossoms and starred by red camalotes... Cute girl: leaves Me, later that night: "Why can't I get a girlfriend?"
Cute, Fire, and Lean: Cute girl: *Introduces herself out of nowhere, seemingly interested
 in me for some inexplicable reason*
 Me:
 When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when
 grey cities reared to smoky skies tall towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow
 none might dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads; when learning
 stripped the Earth of her mantle of beauty and poets sang no more of twisted
 phantoms seen with bleared and inward looking eyes; when these things had
 come to pass, and childish hopes had gone forever, there was a man who
 traveled out of life on a quest into spaces whither the world's dreams had fled.
 Of the name and abode of this man little is written, for they were of the waking
 world only; yet it is said that both were obscure. It is enough to say that he dwelt
 in a city of high walls where sterile twilight reigned, that he toiled all day among
 shadow and turmoil, coming home at evening to a room whose one window
 opened not to open fields and groves but on to a dim court where other windows
 stared in dull despair. From that casement one might see only walls and
 windows, except sometimes when one leaned so far out and peered at the small
 stars that passed. And because mere walls and windows must soon drive a man
 to madness who dreams and reads much, the dweller in that room used night
 after night to lean out and peer aloft to glimpse some fragment of things beyond
 the waking world and the tall cities. After years he began to call the slow sailing
 stars by name, and to follow them in fancy when they glided regretfully out of
 sight; till at length his vision opened to many secret vistas whose existance no
 common eye suspected. And one night a mighty gulf was bridged, and the dream
 haunted skies swelled down to the lonely watcher's window to merge with the
 close air of his room and to make him a part of their fabulous wonder.
 There came to that room wild streams of violet midnight glittering with dust of
 gold, vortices of dust and fire, swirling out of the ultimate spaces and heavy
 perfumes from beyond the worlds. Opiate oceans poured there, litten by suns
 that the eye may never behold and having in their whirlpools strange dolphins
 and sea-nymphs of unrememberable depths. Noiseless infinity eddied around the
 dreamer and wafted him away without touching the body that leaned stiffly from
 the lonely window; and for days not counted in men's calendars the tides of far
 spheres that bore him gently to join the course of other cycles that tenderly left
 him sleeping on a green sunrise shore, a green shore fragrant with lotus
 blossoms and starred by red camalotes...
 Cute girl: leaves
 Me, later that night: "Why can't I get a girlfriend?"