Touch-starvation status: letting my feet hang off the bed uncovered
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Touch-starvation status: letting my feet hang off the bed uncovered
I need someone to press their thumbs into my bruises and swallow the gasps and moans with kisses. Please.
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“It hurts today.” They sigh, rubbing their chest to soothe the ache.
“… Let me try and help?” It offers, holding out a hand, blinking at them softly.
They blink, not expecting this. “…Okay.”
It presses a warm hand to their chest, and both parties sigh, both the relief of pent up energy and the fullness of being charged abundantly satisfying. Like good sex, fresh chocolate chip cookies, clean sheets and shaved legs— pure ecstasy.
Starting to think all I really need to keep my house clean is a dom.
Like, I have no motivation to clean, but if I had someone to pet my head and call me a good boy as a reward for doing my responsible tasks? Game changer. I’d be so functional.
By Talos this can’t be happening.
Minors and ageless blogs DNI
(CW: implied child death, heavy angst)
There are times — even now, a decade later — when my hearth burns naught but embers, and the early November chill creeps up beneath my sheets, when the down in my pillow crinkles like the fallen leaves, that I returns to that princess in a tattered nightgown.
I can see her bare feet scramble through the brush, snapping twigs and crunching leaves in her attempt to escape. Silken sheets turn into the heavy arms that held us both down. Several men are speaking, threatening our lives.
I hear screaming, and watch warm blood melt the frost on the leaves.
When I wake, I wake in a cold sweat, surrounded by guards who must have been summoned by my shouting. I swear I can still feel the blood pour out of my eye. I can still feel the chill of the earth.
I can still see that body lying limply on the ground.
Tired and lying down. But imagining someone gently working their fingers into me while I fall asleep, till I can stretch around their hand easily.
Sort of slipping between sleeping and waking while turning into a mess.