I would love a relationship where I could send a face sitting gif and simply put “I summon you” in the text and he grabs his shoes and is on his way. Or even responds that favorably while telling me “as soon as I’m off work”. I would love to have a lover that enjoyed every stray dirty desire of mine sliding into his messages while he’s at work, at the gym, out with the guys… and played back. Teasing me, too. Tempting me. Sharing his every lewd fantasy so I can catalog his needs and make a version of them come true. A day by day or week long counter tease until we meet up and rip each other’s clothes off and manhandle each other to find who will yield first. *daydreams*
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Of all the people you have kissed she was your favourite because she didn’t flinch when you curled your hand around her neck and tightened.
She said “I break the law because I’ve never broken a heart and I want to know what it feels like to be the brick not the window pane.”
When she’s drunk she’ll dress up for you, all straps & lace & stockings. When she’s high she’ll dress down for you, all skin & skin & skin.
Annabelle Nyst
(via gardenstated)
(via gardenstated)
He doesn’t ask me,
it’s more like… he tells me
what he’s doing to me
in the form of a question.
He somehow… uses his voice
in the way of hands.
He finds those places on me
where my hair is wispy, where
his voice can be felt… like
the nape of my neck, or at
my temples or at the light hair
barely growing on my belly
and he speaks to me there,
so I can feel the air moving
from his mouth, “Do you want me
to spread you apart with my fingers
and tease your clit,” he says,
while he’s doing just that.
And his voice is a low moan
over the hair behind my ear, and
his other hand ties my wrists
in a bow of his fingers, “Do you
like it when I catch your arms. Do
you want me to pinch you again.”
And my answers are always
in the way I move and in the way
I move and in the way I move.
Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)
Would you not like to be, sitting on top of the world with your legs hanging free?
Lie in Our Graves, Dave Matthews Band (via songlyricsyoulike-blog)
When a girl says she’s “not your typical girl” it makes me think she’s a pretty typical girl.
When a girl says she’s “not your typical girl” it makes me think she’s a pretty typical girl.
- Girl: I'm gonna cum
- Me: From this? Jesus. You're disgusting
- Girl: *cums like a rocket instantly*
- Girl: I'm gonna cum
- Me: From this? Jesus. You're disgusting
- Girl: *cums like a rocket instantly*
