He's older. Smarter. More experienced. He knows how to wait, he knows how to play. But when it comes to you, he loses control. There's fire in his eyes, a command in his voice. He doesn't just want you. He's obsessed. He reads you like a book, but tears the pages if anyone else looks at the cover. And you feel it - in the way he holds you by the waist a little tighter than necessary. In the way the silence between you is louder than any confession.
I’m making a mental image of this, as a place to retreat to — alone or with my lover — when life is stressful
Next month is MAY.
MAY you stop waiting for someone who's not coming back.
One of my goals in life is to flirt with a man in such a suggestive "I will fuck you right here and now" way that he literally gets so fucking red and embarrassed that he has to look away or look down
6 May, 1928 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)
just a girl and her unconditional love for the moon
“you’re a writer, right?”
me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.
M, late 50s, England. I’ve recently discovered that I have some kinks: call me "Daddy" if that works for you, or call me “Professor.” Under 18 and ageless blogs will be blocked.
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