Want To Put A Vibrator In You With The Setting On As Low As It Goes, Knowing Damn Well It’s Not Nearly

she’s a 10… but she just needs you to be patient with her because she's never been loved properly.

stopppppp im going to pass away just thinking abt this

Tonight is something new.

You noticed the bartenders eye on me, along with the note slipped my way, and I noticed the flirts that the strangers around us sent over to you. At first, we wanted to laugh it off. But as the night continued, the winking, the smirking, and the "accidental waist touches" started getting to us.

We're not toxic, no. We're not immature nor insecure. But tonight, there's no stopping this.

Your tight hold on my thigh in the car ride home sends a shiver up my spine, and my clenched jaw mixed with my glares tells you that tonight will be different. Right now, there's no dominance or submission.

Right now, it's a war. A passionate, filthy, beautiful war.

When we burst through that door, you know you'll be pinned against it with my fingers wrapped around your neck, and they'll be the tightest you've ever felt them be. When we make our way to our room, I know I'll already have your fingerprints burned into my skin, and I'll whimper at your unyielding grip.

You'll put that strap on, and you'll fuck into me like you own me. Because you do. I'll wrap my legs around you, and with a grip on your jaw, I'll remind you that you belong to me. We'll grunt, we'll bite, we'll curse, and we'll beg each other for mercy. And when you've made me cum for you, again and again, you'll swallow every drop because it's yours. When I have my tongue buried inside of you, you'll cry out my name because your ruin is mine. We'll fuck like animals to the point where if the walls could talk, they'd say it looks like we hate each other. But no, we're simply at battle, and we're both being torn down and broken apart. Which means we're both winning.

So, when it's over, when my pussy has been spanked and owned enough to leave me aching and pink, and your body has been painted with my lipstick and bruises, you're gently tracing your fingers up and down my back while I look at you with nothing but love.

I know we'll whisper it together once more.

"You're mine."

The little demons of grief came to live with me, in the space between the shadows and the floor.

I can't hear what they're telling me, even though I try.

Make her smile before kissing her so you can taste her happiness

list of things i love – flowers, the sound of rain, waking up with time still left to sleep, pasta, dancing to my favorite songs!!! sunrises, sunsets, fires in the fireplace, christmas time, being so busy i dont check my phone, local bookstores, jazz, clean sheets, long showers, the beach, the mountains, tea, art, reading, driving around aimlessly, the smell of new books, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, having a day dedicated to doing absolutely nothing, naps, laughing, new movies, rediscovering a song i forgot about, good hair days, imagining how my life will be in the future :)🍝🎄☕📚⭐

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No one ever talks about how hard it is to trust yourself if you’ve been through trauma or are mentally ill. Not trusting others is a common assumption but what about not trusting your own mind. Not knowing which thoughts to believe. Not trusting that you will be able to go somewhere and not have a panic attack or ptsd episode or be triggered in general. Not trusting your actions because they’ve always been critiqued etc. Not trusting yourself is a new kind of hell that no one should have to experience.

Seina ✨