#yearnpost

[brutalgasm]

I want to see my girlf again so bad

[a-love-so]

A love so nurturing they slowly start to make you love your body more…

[bastard-yearn]

waiting for you to respond so we can have a picnic in a field of flowers and moss

[an-angel-0f-death]

i wish i could put lip balm on and someone would ask what it tastes like so we could kiss

THIS POST WAS MADE BY AN APOTHISEXUAL AGE REGRESSOR

HORNY PEOPLE DNI

[forgetmenot-boyfriend]

would love to straddle someone's lap rn

[mlm-yearnbot]

what if we made out and danced in the open the room , if only...

[dark-academic-mlm]

boys with brown eyes.......pretty

[bottleofspilledink]

Moving in

It's nearly 2 am in your brand new San Francisco apartment. The floors are littered with unopened boxes and oddly placed furniture. You set up an old radio on the kitchen counter, knowing that music will make the task of unpacking everything seem less like a chore and more like those movie montages where those newlywed couples finally move in together. Opening the pantry, you get out a pack of bread, some nutella, and a butter knife, quickly making two sandwiches.

Just when you're about to call for her, you feel your wife wrap her arms around you from behind, gently nuzzling your neck. "I was just about to call you," Giggling, you set the knife down as her warm breath tickles your neck.

"Would my lovely, hardworking wife like a break?" She asks, spinning you around and moving her arms to hang loosely from your neck.

"Yes, she would like that very much," Your hands rest on her waist as the both of you laugh and spin and do something that vaguely resembles a dance in the kitchen, the sandwiches forgotten and the radio still playing softly in the background.

Everything is perfect.