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@omgitscass
“Inside my head, the war is everywhere.”
— — Ocean Vuong, from “Beautiful Short Loser,” Time Is a Mother
kissing her would fix me in ways i cannot fathom
I want to be the message you feel down your spine. The one that makes you lock the screen, press your thighs together and grin as you breathe out a quiet, shaky fuck.
The one you read twice before replying. Then again before you fall asleep. And once more when the morning light hits your sheets.
Because you know I wrote it with one hand between my legs, already messy with wanting you, typing through every shudder and wondering if you’d touch yourself too.
I need her to finger fuck me while she talks dirty to me in a soft sweet tone, not breaking eye contact and occasionally planting kisses on my cheeks and lips…
“Yeah? Does it feel good, baby? You take my fingers so fucking well. I’m not gonna stop.. I’m not gonna stop, don’t worry. Fuck you’re so beautiful.. your body is beautiful.. your tits, your tummy, your pussy, your eyes.. these lips.. I love kissing these lips. Keep moaning.. keep moaning for me.. my fingers feel good? Yeah..?”
fuckkkk.
words like these in your voice would send me right over the edge.
maybe we can practice this exact scenario over and over and over again…? I mean, just a thought…………
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
dont give me those fuck me eyes unless you really want me to fuck you
there was a look that you gave me at the coffee shop that to this dayyy still makes me want to rip your panties off.
just saying.
bouncing on a strap might cure my depression and it might not…. there’s only one way to find out
ummmmmmmmm….it’s worth a shot, right…? 👀
I’m ok, I’m just fucking dramatic.
No one could ever be harder on me than I am on myself
love doesn’t need to be perfect, it just needs to be real.
and what we have is real.
no one compares to you… absolutely no one.
Crazy how those old wounds will rip open again on a random Wednesday
in my mind
and on repeat
Push me down like you can’t stand another second of distance. Tear my clothes off like they’re keeping you from air. Tie my wrists like you’re afraid I’ll disappear if you don’t hold on tight. Then kiss me… so slow it hurts. Lips tracing my ribs like they’re sacred. Teeth grazing my hips like you’re memorizing the taste. Whisper against my stomach - how I’m the only real thing in this room, the only light you’ve ever knelt for. Tell me, over and over, that I’m allowed to break. That your hands will catch every piece. That I don’t have to be perfect - just yours.
(google search) how to make her cum and keep her forever?