I wanna fuck her somewhere in public.. pinning her against the wall, panties aside, covering her mouth with my hand.. shushing her while pounding her creamy pussy <3
i want that clingy side of you. text me random stuff. suffocate me with your presence. call me when you think of me. be annoying, be obsessive, and ruin me with your love
puppy can't help but touch, hm? you crave my touch so immensely that you just can't avoid pleasing yourself and imagining it's me? aww.. poor baby. it's okay, i'm here.. i'll do a much better job pleasing you. you don't have to settle for your own hands anymore, pup.
The problem with being an object of desire is that fantasizing about it feels nice and it might even fool you into thinking you want it but then it happens and you realize that it’s the worst thing in the world. Isn’t it crazy how this is a universal experience
A few weeks ago I started hugging a pillow before going to sleep… now I can’t fall asleep without hugging it, I wake up wrapped tightly around it. It feels weird but just like what I needed
I’m a jealous girl. I don’t like sharing, I don’t like being shared. I like ownership. I get jealous, and I like when people get jealous for me, I guess I like the attention?