its like trying to catch the rain…
I want to be fucked. Not any of that romance and love-me tender bullshit. I want to be properly pussy-aching, sheets soaked, hands behind my head, moaning uncontrollably fucked. I want to feel her fingers deep inside me, thrusting my body against her own. Her pulling at my neck to pull me closer than we already are. I want her to kiss me, with passion and full of lust. I crave the bites and the bruises. I miss the sheer pain of it all sometimes, and the excitement that it provided. I want that raw animal instinct of enjoying the pleasure that’s being given to me. I want to ride against her hands, feeling each one of her movements inside of me with every ounce of my body. I want to hear her whispers in my ear, telling me how she loves making me cum, telling me that she loves doing this to me. I want to contract against her fingers, reaching ecstasy over and over again. I want the taste of myself on her lips, after she’s sucked them clean, once I’ve finished. I want that feeling of knowing this was just the warm up to the start of our game.
sorry, not sorry for reblogging again.
Well jesus christ I’m alone again, so what did you do those three days you were dead? Cause this problems gonna last more than just the weekend.