if i ever tell you "i cant possibly read a book in a day!" i am LYING. i am a FUCKING LIAR. because last night i read a 50k word fanfic in three fucking hours.
"Make me" is always an invitation by the way.
There’s no better feeling than bouncing on it puppy style
Like yeah let me whimper and make little pathetic noises while I rock my hips up and down on your dick, I’m surprised you’re letting a little puppy like me get away with using you like my own personal toy hehe
Yall...how does one focus on work when their slightly chonky boyfriend awnsered their nightly call bundled up in a blanket, after texting this:
"I humbly request calling privileges for tonight oh gracious ruler"
Then he had the audacity to move said blanket to tease my sanity with bare skin? I'm bitting the bars of my cage. I wanna bite him.
Wanna hold his hand while his head is buried between my thighs 😇
in the mood to beg
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I'm gonna jump him. This cheeky mf thinks he can start flirting more since I turned eighteen? All of a sudden. Out of nowhere...
Here I am trying to remain as a stable human being playing a game with him and this smug fuck texts me, while in call. Not once. Not twice. Not thrice. Four. Four times.
The first time was a surprise. "I'm going to make you moan my name." Which damn. Okay he's teasing me since I groaned in annoyance from losing so I focus on the game again. Then the next one comes in. "Just let me know if you ever need a hand 😏" to which I responded with "Only a hand 🥺".
Then he proceeded to flirt with me on call throughout this card game and I'm starting to sweat from more than just the intensity of it. When all of a sudden I get another ping. "Like you'd bounce off me".
Y'all when I say sweating, I mean sweating. Then finally he eases up a bit towards the end and I get this "I need to nead (knead, he can't spell lol) you like bread". I swear, one of these times I'm gonna respond without a filter and he'll buffer. I both dread and look forward to it cause I have very little confidence about these things but a lewd brain.😭
Toasted strawberry pop tarts are a fucking delicacy when you're on your period man.
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