Feb 15, 2025
I like to beg like any good yearner but I really reach a new low of pathetic when I’m drunk. I’m so needy and flushed, practically coming out of my clothes and on my knees. Imagine that; I’m an absolute mess in front of you, tugging on my shirt, tears welling in my eyes as I look up at you like you’re my only salvation, ready and begging to please you, touch you, be in you. I’m so hard and desperate for some contact, maybe I’m humping your shoe, near sobs for any for of relief.