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answers are given on a need-to-know basis, meaning they don’t need us to know.
My dick is stiff and visible through my pants, a fact that’s as confusing as it is embarrassing.
He looks good leaving… They always do, which is why I’m not supposed to want guys like him anymore. It’s always me standing around alone in the end.
Because there’s something about cocky boys that just stirs me up. Even more so when they act sweet, but every once in a while their alpha comes out. Rawr.
He breathes, the sound of his voice registering between my thighs. A deep and curious whisper.
Right now, my orgasm is lost in the Bermuda Triangle.
Our dicks looks great together. Different, and yet they match. And when he’s on top of me, they can’t help but hug each other. Like best friends leaning into some experimenting.
“A-are you gonna… lick me?” My breathing is truly out of control. “No.” He bites his lip. “I’m gonna eat you alive.” And then he goes in. Presses his face into my ass and explodes my goddamn brain.
I have no experience in separating someone from an abusive, manipulative relationship, but I know coming at it head-on probably isn’t the way.
My joy comes from fucking random people and being more shallow than a kiddie pool. Getting drunk and high and dominating everything around me. That’s what I’m good for. Nothing else.
dewy field in Ireland
being in love makes you stupid? Well, color us all the perfect shade of moron.
guilt is just a stopover to the final destination of merciless rage.
“You’re my greatest weakness…” he tells me with wonder in his tone. “But I think I want it. Knowing you’ll catch me makes me want to fall.”
“I get murdery when I’m nervous.”
