actually sex isn’t enough. it’s not enough for you to soak my sheets with an orgasm or five, or for you to scream so loud my neighbors worry about their property value.
i need to crawl inside your soul and hit the tiniest, dust cover button that lets you finally be at peace. cumming is not the goal, it is a tool.
i feel this calling like an unstoppable force and if it will take hours to overstimulate you into forgetting your name and finally unclenching your fucking jaw, that’s fine by me. i will clear my schedule, so you better call in sick.










