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@angelsrainj
undress me with your words
Becareful what you wish for.....a naked soul is a vulnerability of love.
Stripped bare to the bones will you embrace me or cast me aside into the wasteland of lost souls...
Undress me, but when the darkness comes.....will you stay?
MILV (mutual id like to visit)
YOU | 3.01 “And They Lived Happily Ever After”
He tasted like every wicked thought I'd ever had, only better.
-Fenna Edgewood, Kiss Me, My Duke (Blakeley Manor)
A firm smack on the ass is just as important as a kiss to the forehead.
Which hat will you choose? đź’‹đź‘’
“Just Fuck Me Don’t be afraid to hurt me. I know you worry. Please don’t. I’m not as fragile as you think. Don’t tug my hair. Grab it. Force me to my knees with your hands in my hair wrapped in a fist. Pull hard. Make my eyes water. Don’t graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again. Don’t caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in. Don’t nudge my knees apart. Move them like they’re yours to spread. With intention. With possession. Don’t hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still. I want it to still hurt tomorrow. I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints. Don’t ask me if I’m ok. I need to let go and not think. I need you to make me yours. Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs. These are the things I can’t control. I don’t want to control. That’s the point. Don’t doubt. Don’t worry. Don’t overthink. Just fuck me. Pretty please… ~smile~”
— Written by– PixieBelle72…courtesy of FetLife (via masterbaad)
I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed- once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
You can actually feel it.
You can actually tell and feel when you’re starting to fade away from someone. The conversations get shorter, they get less meaningful, less exciting. You can feel the wall that’s coming up between you two. And then in the end, you’re back to being strangers.
And it’s happening right now.