Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette
When maturity hits you, you start choosing calm over chaos and distance over disrespect. Drama becomes intolerable to you, and your peace becomes your ultimate priority. You start surrounding yourself with people who are good for your mental health, heart, and soul.
You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.
Daniel Saint
Normalize not forcing connections. If someone doesn't see the value in having you by their side, don't try to convince them.
Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Early Diaries 1947-1963
Show me what you want. Hold me. Kiss my neck and suck hickeys into my collarbone. Giggle when I push you to the bed, smile at me, show me how what you want. I am soft here; but I can be mean for you. I can be anything you want me to be. I can tease and mock and cajole. I can soothe and comfort. I can make you scream. Anything. Anything that will make you moan, anything that can fill your eyes with glaze and pleasure, that will make you wet. Hold my hand to your throat, or at your hip, or cupping your cheek. Show me how you want me.
Tell me what you want. When you roll your head back into the mattress and your breath catches in your throat, you are divine. I want more. If you ask me, I will keep you from pleasure, from orgasm. If you want me, I will edge you until you cry, kiss away your tears, mock you for your desperation. But if you let me, if I may, if I am permitted, I will make you cum. I will never stop making you cum. I want more. I want you dripping down my knuckles to my wrist, I want to taste you, I want us both sweating and gasping and my wrist to cramp and my heart to pound against my chest. I want you to tell me how to fuck you. What to fuck you with. How rough. How soft. How cruel. How kind. Tell you how you want me.
Tell me how it feels - please, baby. I want to hear you. I want to hear you moan my name. Please, moan my name. If it feels good, tell me. If it can feel better, tell me. I want to make you feel good; and I want to know, when you feel good, that it’s because of me. “I’m yours,” please. “You’re mine,” please. “Go harder,” please. “It feels so good,” please please please. I don’t want to hear anything but you. I don’t want to think about anything but you, but here, but now, but how good you feel, how much I need more of you, how I need you to keep on feeling good. Whine, please. Moan, please. Beg, please. Tell me how it feels to come undone.
I’m yours. There is no fantasy you could have that I would not fill. No commitment I would not shirk to make you cum just one more time. Mark me. Bruise me. Dig your nails into my back. Cling to me so hard you cut off my circulation. Tease me. Push me. Ask me for little things. Ask me for big things. Let me ease you. Let me soothe you. Let me taste you. Let me hear you.
Let me know that I am yours.
Men and minors dni.