normalize the concept of asking whether someone likes you enough. everyone makes the mistake of perceiving attraction either through “they like me” or “they don’t like me,” but it’s so much more complicated than that. if a person’s like “i do like you” chances are they do, but not to where they’d actually give you the time or attention you deserve
thinking about having a conversation with a shy girl and nonchalantly sliding my hand higher and higher up their thigh so their face heats up and they’re squirming while i pretend i don’t know what’s wrong
i've dreamed of taking ceramics classes with you - where we not only learn how to create together, but experience how our hands are meant to be reunited. the spaces between my fingers have found a home in you. and what we create will find a home in our home.
i need a soft dom that whispers how good i feel and kisses all over my body before fucking me senseless until i’m drooling with my eyes rolled back
Soft Doms are 😍
love beautifies everything, love connects everything in a poetic way. human connection is art. when your lover talks to you, their words first touch your skin like kisses and then build a home in your heart. when they hold your hand, your souls share an intertwined state. when both of your eyes meet, you enter a meeting behind a physical veil; a spiritual meeting of minds. when you look at your lover, all you see is a walking poem, speaking to you in between the lines and knowing you will understand them even, or especially in a shared silence.
what do you think about sitting on my lap while i play with your clit through your panties hmm? you can try to move your hips to grind yourself against my thigh but you know i would just hold you still so i could keep playing with you, feeling how wet you are through the fabric of your panties and listening to your quiet whimpers against my neck, just letting you come after I got tired of hearing you begging over and over again
She deserves to be fucked every night until she’s so exhausted that she falls asleep after
isnt it amazing that we’re able to smell someones presence… like when they walk through the hall a moment before you do and their perfume lingered. or when you walk into someones room in the morning and there is a soft scent of sleep in the air. when you borrow someones clothes and find out it smells like them because theyve been in that before. when someone gets fresh warm pastries and the aroma hits you first before you can find them. when you walk into someones home and youre greeted with a very specific smell. when you hug someone and their perfume catches onto your clothes etc etc
As much of a slutty whore I am I still want to be praised sometimes. Force your dick down my throat and then tell me how pretty I look taking it. Kiss me softly when you rape my holes and all me how much of a good girl I'm being. Please daddy.
thinking about how much work i could get done if i would do it




