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Treat me as a princess 👸🏼
That’s the problem with attention. Once you’ve had the real thing, everything else feels empty. A few words. A look. A hand on your chin. Suddenly you’re kneeling without even realizing how you got there. Not because you have to. Because some part of you stopped wanting to leave.
You think you want attention. You think you want compliments. Then it happens and you are scared. Then someone looks at you for a little too long. Sees a little too much. And suddenly one ‘good girl’ hits harder than a hundred people wanting you. That’s how it starts. Quietly.
The dangerous part was never making you sit here. The dangerous part was making it feel normal. Now every other place feels slightly wrong. Every other conversation feels a little empty. That’s how attachment works. Not all at once. Just slowly enough that you don’t notice until you’re already looking for me.
Most people think danger feels loud. It doesn’t. It feels familiar. That’s why they never see it coming. It learns your favorite song. It remembers how you take your coffee. It listens when you talk. Then one day you look around and realize you’ve stopped feeling safe anywhere else.
this moment when I slide my hard cock slowly inside your wet drenching swollen pussy and I hold your hips still so you have no choice but to take it exactly how I give it to you every slow push every pause dragging it out until you’re desperate for more before I finally cum deep inside you and don’t move right away just watching my cum slowly leaking out of you like a quiet proof before I fuck it slowly back in with a calm steady rhythm
Any idiot can flirt with a woman. That's easy. A compliment costs nothing. A little attention costs nothing. The harder question is whether you notice what's underneath. The exhaustion she hides behind a smile. The things she never says out loud. The weight she's been carrying for so long she forgot it was heavy. Most people see the face she shows the world. Very few notice the version that's quietly falling apart behind it. That's the one I pay attention to.
Leaving the house is really cool because everything is very expensive and everyone’s very unpleasant to be around.
You keep telling yourself you're just curious. Just looking. Just exploring. That's probably the funniest lie you tell yourself. People who are exploring leave when they're satisfied. You keep coming back. Late at night. When you're alone. When that needy little part of you gets louder and harder to ignore. You're not exploring anymore. You've already crossed into something else. This is maintenance now. Feeding the version of you that gets a little wet when the right words hit. The version that likes feeling wanted, watched, understood a little too well. The version that keeps pretending she's in control while secretly craving the relief of letting go. You know exactly which posts make your breathing change. Exactly which thoughts you come back to. Exactly which fantasies have stopped feeling like fantasies and started feeling like admissions. And the worst part?
You don't really want to go back. You like what it's doing to you. A little more desperate. A little less innocent. A little more honest every time you come back for more.
Stop explaining things to people who have already decided not to understand
Are you afraid of knives, or of how honest they look in the right hand…