You are 4,622 km away, and yet you are searching for a spot to hit inside me,
You caught me staring at you today. Well not exactly staring. Longing, rather. Lusting. Hoping. Fucking you in my mind, tracing your rough stubble with my eyes and wondering what it would be like to learn your body’s topography with my eager hands and impatient tongue.
You point out the curve of my stomach and the ripple of my thighs, like these are flaws I need to hide, but what you should realize is that at their meeting, in betwixt and in between, is where thunder and woman c o l l i d e.
Your deception is my disgust. The thing you thought love was my lust. I still couldn’t believe that you trust. You couldn’t differentiate love and lust. I never gave you priority first. You were nothing but a dust. The only thing I did was crush. Yet you love me and its disgust. You are weak […]
I swear, he was plotting my destruction. Electricity coursed through my body each time his tongue parted me enough to reach where he wanted me to be. He would toy with me, just slightly slipping his hardness between my throbbing folds, his thumb circling my clit between each excruciatingly slow thrust. Impatience bested me in ways I begged against, but […]
When I tell you to be gentle, it is as much a command as when I tell you to be savage. It is loyalty and surrender, trusting that you wont hurt me so much trusting that you wont love me too little.