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I bet he tastes good
“There is a side of me that wants to hold her down and ravish her in the most vile of ways. And it competes daily with the side of me that wants to take her in my arms and protect her from the world.”
*Get you a man that does both*
when their fingers are searching for yours in the dark and when they find them and are able to properly grasp your hand they give a warm, gentle squeeze
dates where you cook together and then get fucked on the counter while the food is in oven >>>>>
I don't need much. Just let me lay on you and play with my hair and give me back scratches. Please.
The feminine urge to be fucked stupid by a bulky, dominant and protective fictional man with big tits.
did you want me fuck you senseless or fuck some sense into you?
“She wanted him to though, she wanted to lie down beside him and touch him and be touched by him; at the moment she believed in it, the touch of the hand that could transform you, change everything, magic. She wanted to see him lying with his eyes closed, she wanted to see him and not be seen, she wanted to be trusted. She wanted to make love with him, very slowly, she wanted it to last a long time, she wanted the moment just before coming, helplessness, hours of it, she wanted to open him up. There was such a gap between what she wanted and where she was that she could hardly stand it.”
— Margaret Atwood, from Bodily Harm