It is so satisfying to know that I’ve taught him all he knows sexually. I broke him out of his shell and he is so good at what he does now. It wasn’t bad before, just not as aggressive as I like my sex to be. Now it’s wild. Why must I torture myself with these thoughts? I just want his fingers in my mouth and around my throat and his teeth against my skin. I want him to hurt me and please me all at once.
Goes to Kinkos and asks them to blow up photos of my nudes as large as possible so I can hang them on my fridge and/or sell them.
I just want him to spit in my mouthhhhh.
And slap me around a little bit.
God damn it.
when you back talk your mom and she says “excuse me?”
damn how you hope a nigga drop his food like fresh off the grill that's cold|
I don’t think I’ve ever dated a guy that I didn’t fuck on the floor somewhere. Or somewhere kinda public.