I want to rip you up with my nails.
I want to bite you until you bruise or bleed.
I want to wrestle you, and crawl on top of you and eat you up.
I want to fight against you, and feel you fight back.
I want to match myself against you, physically. I want to take you.
To feel you take me.
I want to merge in raw, uninhibited passion.
In unbridled lust. You.
Me.
Us.
No holds barred.
I’ve heard over and over that no matter their role, people have a hard time figuring out what to say during sex. They complain that
They say “…in this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes,” but I think they forgot something. Failure. It’s also
“Compersion is such a warm, beautiful sensation. It really is a shame that non-polyamorous people don’t get to experience it, at least not the way
Sometimes we want something so badly and for so long, without getting it that it becomes what I like to call a pseudo-need. And these
I ruin your orgasms. Except when I take them for myself with joy. I’m sweet and loving. Except when I’m cranky and snarky. I am
His Steelers lost. We had a deal. He was going to go do “guy’s night” and watch the game and get drunk. I asked that
I rarely say bad things about my exes. After all, they are pretty awesome people (I picked them, LOL!) for the most part. Also, there
Actually, that’s not true. Not at all. I’ve found myself incredibly welcomed online for the most part, and I think many of you have, too.
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I loved this… thank You Nookie
You’re very welcome! *smiles*