still… very ashamed about the state she had me in recently.
we were laying together, cuddling, being sweet- you know, the works.
and then the next thing i know, my entire being is filled with an overwhelming sense of need for her? more than i've... ever been able to show?
now, not to say i've never needed her that badly. it's just never… taken on such a form, so strong that i became aware of it. one of which i could feel, despite begging my body to stop. one that she could see, and very much made obvious that she did and had never seen before.
it were as if my mind was plagued by something else in that moment. a completely new state of being for me. one that, within, i felt embarrassed only when the idea of anyone else seeing became known. with her… it was just…
rubbing against her thighs and knees when she had me sat in her lap. grinding against her bedding when she stood above me and pulled me to the edge of it so i could wrap my arms around her and look up at her pleadingly. twisted around her while she was occupied with anything else and pressing myself as close as physically possible. being drug into another room because she didn't trust that i'd keep my hands to myself when left alone.