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I know there are only a handful of people who could ever understand how far it has to go to finally satisfy me. And now it’s here. I’m trapped. Helpless. Every ticklish spot, every inch of me vulnerable. His hands hover, teasing, circling, reminding me exactly how powerless I am. My body jerks, writhes instinctively, trying to escape, but it’s useless. I can feel it building before it even begins, the anticipation making every nerve in my body thrum with need. And then it starts. Every touch, every feather-light stroke, every precise, deliberate movement, sends sparks through me. It’s relentless. My most sensitive spots are teased and worked over until my brain can barely process what’s happening. It’s overwhelming. It’s intoxicating. The teasing never lets up. He knows exactly how to drive me higher, stretching the tension, making me wonder how much worse it can get. My laughter, my begging, my desperate thrashing only feeds him, and I can feel it, he’s loving this . There is no escape. No mercy. Not for my pleading. Not for my negotiating. Not for my desperate promises that I’ve had enough. I don’t get to decide when it ends. This is what I wanted. It ends only when he decides it’s over. And then I hear it, a low buzzing sound, humming to life. Igniting a fire in me, that he knows I can’t resist .
Commenting so much on a story that the author recognizes you😬 It always shocks me because you weren’t supposed to know I exist!! “Nice to see a comment from you again!” She says You’ll never hear from me again… Me: I wish I had more mutuals, also me: DONT ACKNOWLEDGE ME IM SHY
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ made of flowers 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ i’m thinking about it again. and no i’m not surprised. it crosses my mind daily. every time i close my eyes. and as cliche as it sounds, the sentiment is true. my mind says no but my heart says you. i’ll figure things out. you know i think about it for hours. i try to think things through. but.. you said im made of flowers . deep down, my heart knows the answer. and i’m sure yours does too. i just have to get up the courage to do what i need to do. but for now, until then, i’ll continue to drift. in dreams of cuddles and kisses and an imaginary gift. and i’ll love you from afar but i’ll still love you true. because im made of flowers, according to you.
I’m so damn possessive holy shitttttttttt Yeah, sure you can talk to her, hell, even smile at her. But the moment we get home I’m not letting you cum for the next week. Keep you on the edge every night, begging and apologizing until all you can think of is how good it would feel for me to touch you with that gentleness you know me for, rather than this touch of cruelty. Making your pleasure agonizing, until you’re delirious with need for me and only me. Marking you in obvious places so you’ll have to explain to her that you belong to me. Bruising you in private places so you’ll think of me whenever you sit, or lean too hard against something.
:c it wasn’t intentional or super painful when it happened bc she IS asleep but i just got punched in the face for the second time while trying to go back to sleep after the first time, because kat flails in her sleep sometimes and i am just full sobbing in the bathroom because I NEED MORE SLEEP And the lead up to Mo’s death was me losing my ever loving fucking mind about him keeping me up all night for like three nights straight and i don’t want anyone else to die because i’m upset that they woke me up i also don’t like being sleep punched. more like she jerked and my face was close to her hands, but it still connected and it still hurt this shit is why i sleep with my back to her almost always. that and the memory of waking up to our child dying in between us. i just want my baby back. i don’t want him to be dead. i want him back. i don’t want to have spent the end of his life sleep deprived and upset. i want to just love him. all i want is to just love my baby again. i don’t want to do this whole “love with nowhere to go” thing anymore. i think i’m gonna throw up edit to add less than 5 mins later: threw up in the sink 🥲
Also, hi influx of new followers lol 🥴 sometimes I post switchy stuff, but I’m heavily sub-leaning! As much as I would like to mutual some of you, the age dif makes me a bit weary LMAO. Still, feel free to enjoy my writing. Lots of affection to you all! May your beds be cozy, and your beverages delicious 💕
am i finally reaping the What I Sowed (by posting things ever?)??? every day i get treated like a blog that exists. as opposed to how i used to get treated. when i had just joined. and followed liked five people. and posted nothing. anyway how dare they.
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