Things I'd Never Say

@riahfaye

The ramblings of a young woman as she works through life's hardships. 31. Disabled. Galaxy. Disney. Harry Potter. Thespian. dancing. singing. genderfluid lesbian. Alaska. Arizona. Florida. smarter x2°. confused and looking for someone to light the way. HW: 215 CW: 135 LW: 120 GW: 120-130

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babynapa

sketchbook

bravetigercub

In case you forgot! ❤️

rainbow doggy

the thing that really cheeses my cake about flies getting in my house is they clearly don't want to be there anyway. like at least the ants trying to steal cereal from my pantry had a goal and a plan. you are just here because you're too stupid to use a window twice

a-wild-torterra

Adding “cheeses my cake” to my vocabulary now

dragon-in-a-fez

you can do this with a lot of compound words where the first half means something different as a verb. seems to work particularly well with foods and animals. examples: you know what really

butters my milk

pops my corn

hedges my hog

rails my road

jellies my fish

hams my burglar

earths my worm

bravetigercub

You will never take my whimsy!!!

incendavery

howd that happen

incendavery

grumble

mommyownsmee

I miss her. Sweet, trembling, flushed all over, riding my thigh like it’s the only thing holding her together. Her breath catches every time I tense beneath her and I whisper in her ear how good she’s doing. Her hands grip my shoulders, desperate and unsure, not sure if she’s holding on for balance or begging me not to stop.

She’s shy, but her body knows exactly what it wants. I can feel the need in her: Every slow grind, every shaky moan against my neck, tells me exactly what she wants. I keep one arm around her waist, steadying her, the other tracing slow circles down her back, teasing her, letting her know she doesn’t have to ask. She can just take. Or I’ll give. Either way, she’s mine.

I miss watching her fall apart like that, her eyes glazed, lip caught between her teeth, thighs trembling as she chases her release against me. She hides her face in my neck when it gets too much, whimpering my name like she’s trying to hold herself together. I kiss her slow, deep, and she melts into it. It’s not just about getting her off. It’s about holding her, making her feel safe, wanted and worshipped.

I miss her softness. Her trust. The way she surrenders, not just to my body but to my voice, my hands, my care. I miss the way the world falls away when it’s just us. Just her and me and the heat between us.

Nothing else exists.