“If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.”
— Nikita Gill
forced quiet sex is such a turn on. covering your little mouth, telling you to shut the fuck up while your muffled whines escape through my fingers. only fucking harder into you out of anger for not being quiet
People are so complicated and I don’t understand what’s so different about me that makes relationships so hard I always try to do the right thing but always I’m too unstable too strange too much for most I like to pretend that I am well enough to be left completely alone and that I need no one, even though this is not true I still feel that I would somehow be better off unknown and unloved and moved through life as John Doe, for then I might find peace. For now, I just beg for this to be over.
Casually listening to a porn audio or reading smut in public is so exciting. The idea that there’s something getting you sooo worked up and you can’t do anything at all about it. You can feel your body getting all tingly and needy and you can’t do a single thing to help it. And then if someone talks to you, you have to smile and nod, acting like there aren’t the filthiest whines and whimpers in your ear or like you weren’t just reading about all the different ways a character is getting fucked
Casually listening to/reading porn <3
Yeah you have a really nice voice, and by that I mean you should whisper in my ear about all the depraved and desperate things you want to do to me
I miss love letters