The Desire To Kiss Them Vs. The Fear Of It Being The Wrong Time 😔

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.

Just wanna hug and kiss them all over, hear their cute giggle and see their smile, and fall asleep with them in my arms.

You're obsessed, aren't you? Can't help but fantasize about me-

You see some posts or see other having fun, amd you can't help but imagine us doing it together- even if it's just a split second,,,

I'm there, you imagine me and the way I look at you, that's stupid smile you find so cute and those eyes you get flustered looking into~

I'm stuck in your head, aren't I?~

Pussy tighter than the airport security after 9/11

I love finding all those sensitive spots.

Reading your body language as I touch you, squeezing tight or gently dragging my finger along your body. Seeing those little squirms as I touch you until you're squirming for something more,,,

Its expecially fun to turn them on in public with such innocent movements as you watch them try and hide it~

Real ù.ű

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 body—thorough, 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 didn’t take much. the moment she realized that i knew exactly what she needed before she did—that i could unravel her with nothing but a whisper—was 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 don’t 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 mess—when i left her ruined in my welcoming arms, shaking and spent from one too many orgasms—she finally understood what it meant to belong to someone who knew her better than she knew herself

Seems I've been Ensnared-

Wanna collar someone and take their clothes away, watch them get all shy while I slowly touch them, running my hands up their thighs getting close to their puppy parts but never quite there, all while praising them like the good little mutt they are~

Turn them on until they ask for more and tell them to until your pants and "go ahead" while they desperately try to get off,, licking, grinding- all while making those cute little noises like the slutty mutt they are~

Happy one month 🍞 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 💛