just a few fantasies ive been havin about you. feel free to send me a message if you want s'more specifics.
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thinkin about you cryin out my name cuts through me like a knife, spillin my entrails on the pavement for the world to see how much i would put myself through just to be with you
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Mr. Jesse? I'm curious. How would you have sex with a girl whose got a chronic pain issue and isn't as flexible as others...? Most people avoid me because they think I'm not worth the effort in bed.
alls that is is a matter of takin it slow, lettin you control the pace, switchin up positions are little or as much as you need to keep you from gettin too sore
course i aint above skippin the actual sex in favor of just showin you a good time with my mouth n hands. that way you can lay back anyway you like and still get to cum as many times as you want
i’ll treat ya like a queen, is the long n short of it. you can call all the shots till i know ya inside and out and dont need to ask questions anymore
and for the record, anyone who says you ain’t “worth the effort” isnt work your time. youll find someone who cares about you enough, wants you enough to do whatever they need to
yknow the first thing outta my mouth when i see you is an apology. m sorry for showin up here, when ynever asked me to be here. m sorry for all the things that got us here, edgin closer n closer toward strangers. your names a foreign language on my tongue after all this time, but at least it comes out as smooth n normal as it used to
i can see the conflict in your eyes; dash of fear, glimmer of hope. flash of anger, sprinkle of relief. the silence is deafenin sugar, id give damn near anything to hear your voice, like a song i could never get outta my head no matter how many other ones i listened to
i cant wait for you to mull it over anymore. i lunge at ya instead, puttin my lips to your so greedily like youre my first drink of water in days. the relief thats washin over me when ya dont push me off ya makes my shoulders sink low, forearms gettin comfortable, homesick for the small of your back. n i scoop you up. hoist ya against me, till you got your thighs round my hips
n i can feel you smile against my mouth. can hear your laugh. dunno if those tears are mine or yours, but i aint exactly lookin to keep score
you gotta break off me to tell me where to go. this place is a lil smaller than the old one, huh. but it still smells like you, your favorite recipes to cook, the scent you wear. n with some soft jazz n a fan blowing, it sounds like you, too
your beds too small for both of us. not that you’re complainin when i lay ya back, shuckin my jacket off my shoulders to box you in under me. y got that feather light touch when you help me outta my shirt, feelin my skin like m nothin but an apparition. not this time, i promise
m sorry i dont got the patience to get fancy with ya right now. i wanna give you the world, spoil ya till youre mewling, but i cant let ya out from under me. cant risk losin you, even for a second.
so i gotta go straight to shuckin your pants off, instead. pullin up your shirt just high enough to get to your nipples, toyin with em with my tongue while i finger you, careful n efficient, only as much as i need to
i can feel your nails bitin my back as i push into you, your voice already cracking as ya let your head fall back, pullin yourself up n off the bed with the grip ya got on my shoulders. y loosen up as i fuck you though, till your hairs fanned out over the pillow, grippin at handfuls of sheets
n god i missed those sounds you make. the way you go weak when i fuck ya at the same time as workin you with my hand, careful with my thumb till youre arching, gasping, screaming, till youre comin down from the high, melting under me, muttering all sorts of sweet nothings into my ear as i keep myself close to you
n i promise, sweetheart. as i kiss sweat off your forehead, fix your clothes, get us both crammed into this bed for one. ill put myself in an early grave doin anything i gotta to keep you with me for good this time
I've never had a hickie but ive always wanted one. I like the idea of someone wanting to claim ownership of me. Say, could you give me my first love bite Mr. Mccree? Pretty please?
i would love to take ownership of you, doll. somewhere nice n visible too, so everyone can see that youre marked. maybe right over your pulse. one lil bite that winds up a lil too hard, red n sore, blossomin purple by the time mornin comes round. hope you got some coverup, its gettin too hot out there for scarves
but i gotta say, my favorite place to mark up is your hip bones. a nice lil line of em down that curve. maybe we’ll do it there, too, n tomorrow ill take ya on a date to the beach so everyone can see
How would you be with a shy and nervous virgin? Would you do anything special, Jesse?
i’d go nice n slow. dont wanna scare her off by gettin too eager. gotta take it in babysteps, bit by bit, so she can enjoy every touch i give her without gettin overwhelmed
talk her through what im doin. ask her lots how it feels. tell her how good she sounds, how hot she is, how bad i want her
n ill be sure not to start fuckin her till she really, really wants it, squirmin under my touch, askin for more, just a lil more, she needs more, not sure what it is but somethings missing, n once shes full of me shell realize that feeling was just how empty n hollow she was
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