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@iamnadifrank
one hand around her throat, the other in her panties.
i’ll do things alone before I wait around for someone to do stuff with. life’s too short
all i want is for someone to slip their hand into my panties and just... play with me 🥺 no goal of making me cum, just teasing touches and listening to how my breath hitches over certain spots...
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From February 16 to 17, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
this is me setting the scene initiating sexting with a libra i use to be madly in love with… also attached is the playlist cover i created to represent the night.
we just got home from that dim lowkey bar, the one with the dive hits playing in the background that we lowkey love. it’s a chill friday night, just enough liquor in us to blur the edges. the lights are low in the apartment. we barely say anything as we walk into the bedroom (just that kind of tipsy silence that hangs in the air when you already know how the nights going to end.)
you sit on the edge of the bed and tell me to come here, your voice deeper than usual. slow. deliberate. i crawl between your knees, and you grab the back of my neck (not rough, but not gentle either.) you tilt my head back with one hand and unscrew the cap of the flask with the other. “open your mouth,” you demand. i do…
you pour a heavy shot of tequila straight down my throat, and before i can even swallow, your mouth is on mine (messy, warm, and you smell so good). i moan into the kiss, and you pull away just enough to slide your hand between my thighs.
your fingers find their way up under my skirt. when they slip inside me, i gasp—sharp, needy—and you immediately clamp your other hand over my mouth. “shh,” you whisper against my ear. “don’t make a sound.”
you keep moving your fingers, slow at first, then faster. i’m trembling now, whining into your palm, my eyes locked on yours. every stroke makes me jerk, my back arching just a little more with each stroke. then, you pull them out. “turn over.”
i don’t even think twice. i turn around, hands on the sheets, and you push my skirt up until it’s bunched around my waist. the air hits my skin and then your hand does, one stinging smack that makes me jolt and moan into the mattress. before i can catch my breath, your fingers are back inside me, deeper this time.
“damn,” you say, dragging your mouth along my spine. “that got you even wetter, huh?” as my hands are gripping the sheets like i’m holding on for dear life.
what would you respond to a text like this? leave a comment 👀
I send love with no return address
— Georgia O'Keeffe
— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”
Mr T’s views after sex
someone convinced me to post it🤭