This hits me like a train, reminds me of childhood, back when I was broken or way more broken at least-
I remember sitting in bed unable to sleep wanting to escape online.
I've grown a lot since then, a lot more amazing friends, and I try to live in the moment more too.
It can be hard at times, but there's always more to learn and more room to grow, goodluck to everyone.
(Random ass 'normal' post)
Alright guys, I've gotta go now.
Bye. :/
The desire to kiss them vs. the fear of it being the wrong time đ
Fuck anxiety but also just being with them brings me some joy.
Real Ăč.Ʊ
she thought she knew herself
but i knew better
watching, studying, dissecting every little tell, every shift in her breath, every glance that lingered a second too long. mapping out the contours of her mind the way my delicate hands mapped out her the curves of her bodyâthorough, patient, methodical
i let her think she had control, that she was just indulging a sweet fantasy, dipping her toes into the dark waters of surrender. but she was already mine. i had already freely rewritten the way she thought about pleasure and pain, yet more importantly about her very self
a well-placed word, a knowing smirk, a slight pause between my demeaning commands. it didnât take much. the moment she realized that i knew exactly what she needed before she didâthat i could unravel her with nothing but a whisperâwas the moment she crumbled
trembling, stumbling over her own thoughts, her own words. nothing made her wetter with arousal than the realization that i had been watching her, collecting her secrets, crafting her undoing with meticulous precision
so when she lay before me, bare in more ways than one, her luscious lips parted in breathless anticipation, her pretty pupils blown wide with something close to fear, i only smiled knowingly
"you donât have to tell me what you want, darling doll, i already know."
and when i devoured her, when i reduced her to a sobbing, pleading messâwhen i left her ruined in my welcoming arms, shaking and spent from one too many orgasmsâshe finally understood what it meant to belong to someone who knew her better than she knew herself
I just want to fuck you so well you need a shower and nap. So I can join you in the shower and wash your hair and you can wake to the smell of me cooking for you.
I'm not asking for much.
Happy one month đ I'm glad I got to meet you!
And wr should definitely visit the tunnels again soon.
The one thing I do love about my brain automatically assigning specific music to people and how I feel about them, is whenever I hear the song, it reminds me of memories with them. Especially this one, which holds my favorite memories from even before we were together.
"So cold, broken bones
I'm blind, in the dark
I've sunk like a stone
Moonhunter
Until the daylight breaks"
Cliche considering its history in my memory, but it'll forever be his song.
Dead of night, a chill in the summer air that we wouldn't have noticed if we tried, running through the tunnels just letting our imagination fill the dark.. and the flashlights because I refused to let it get fully dark LOL
Finally resting down at the end of the tunnel where the stream reconnects with the forest and the moon glints off the water. Sitting on the wall or just walking the slant, and this song blasts into the echo of the tunnel. And idk why this one just reminisces with me, but I guess you could say this is where I fell in love before I realized it myself, before all the dread and doubt kicked me in the ass. In the moment of pure serenity, nothing needed from anyone or the world, just enjoying the atmosphere the environment provided. And he fit right in with it, and found a place for me to fit in too effortlessly, before I even knew how much he'd mean to me.
A few hours late to say anything publicly, I was bedridden LOL, but happy one month anniversary, Cowboy đ
hey just so you know i saw you spread your legs a lil wider when i put my hand on your throat. no no itâs cool i just think its cute when you act like i donât notice how pathetic and desperate you are, like how you think i didnât notice when you swallowed and tilted your head back to show your neck more or how you think i didnât notice how fast your pulse was under my palm. but donât worry, i notice everything <3
Cooking them dinner then using them till they can't thing right > Anything else
Doing this to them while in a vampire fit under the moonlight- ~v~
Wax-play with a red candle so it makes it look like theyâre covered in bloodđ”âđ«đ”âđ«
I wouldnât just take you. I would worship you, devour you, and ruin you in the slowest, most intoxicating way possible. My hands would move over your skin like they were meant to, like they belonged there, tracing every curve, every dip, every place that makes you tremble beneath my touch. I would make you feel so wanted, so undeniably mine, that you would forget the world existed outside of this moment.
I would start slow, teasing, keeping you on the edge, watching the way your breath catches every time I shift deeper inside you. My lips would find your neck, dragging over the heat of your skin, kissing, biting, murmuring against you, telling you how good you feel wrapped around me, how perfect you are, how I never want to stop.
I would pin your wrists above your head, locking my eyes with yours, making sure you see how much I want you, how much I need you. Every movement, slow and deliberate, deep and unrelenting, making you feel every inch of me, again and again, until you are shaking, gasping, clinging to me like I am the only thing keeping you grounded.
I would whisper against your lips, my voice low, teasing. You feel that? How perfectly you take me? How you are made for me? My mouth would claim yours, swallowing your moans, drinking in every sound, every plea, until you forget your own name and only know mine.
And I would not stop. Not until your body gives out, not until you are trembling, completely undone beneath me, your body etched with the memory of my touch. Not until you understand, without a single doubt, that you are wanted. Desired. Mine.
Because this is not just about taking you. It is about owning every inch of your pleasure, leaving you aching, ruined, and craving more.
Pussy tighter than the airport security after 9/11
Secretly Fucking them in front of others,,, leaning into their ear "shut up and take it mutt" or "not a work out of you" while you push deeper and watch them struggle so much not to moan~