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I want to put your hand between my legs. Make you feel my bulge even through my jeans, hear that little gasp when you realize if it's this big when it's soft...

Let you feel it get hard, growing inch by inch, swelling, throbbing, throbbing so hard you can feel the veins pulse through the fabric. I want you to bury your face in it, get a good, deep breath of me, let it fill your mind as fully as my cock fills your hand.

And I'm a little tired, so why don't you take my belt off for me? Undo the buckle, pull the leather to the side, undo the button, your hands shaking in anticipation, lust, and yes, a little fear, but your needy, needy holes won't let you stop, and neither will I. Pull down the zipper, pull me out, and gaze in adoration at the cock that will ruin you for any other man.

Then the real fun begins🔥💦

While I appreciate those who cheer me up and believe in me that I am strong enough to overcome my sorrow, my heart also melts everytime someone reminds me that it is okay to be frail and to just weep. I feel more seen and heard, when someone tells me that my vulnerability for a moment won't define my entire life, so it is alright to stop for a minute and let my tears fall down. I have been so strong for holding my tears back, and just let it be a rainfall once I am alone—but these instances make me realize that it is all fine to let someone know that I, too, feel so hurt at times that all I want is to shout it all out and cry my heart out.

I recognize the effort of those who tell me that I am capable of getting through the agony, but there will always be this special place in my heart to those who let me be fragile and weak, because I am tired of just showing the side of me that is full of strength. I acknowledge the hands that are being offered for me to stand up again, but I also grateful to the hands that are rubbing my back when I am crying real hard due to deep pain🫴

Always remember that the toes you step on today could be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow🙂‍↕️

sometimes you've gotta be a bit of a motherfucker about eating pussy. once they're warmed up and begging and grabbing your hair? ding ding! it's on. hold their squirming legs down with your hands and arms. make nasty delicious slurping noises. tilt your head sideways so you can take them in more fully. suck on their lips while you run your tongue back and forth over their clit. make sure they know you're doing it just as much for you as you are for them. get greedy with it. pause every now and then to give them a little rest and build the tension back up. tell them how pretty they look and how heavenly they taste. go back in for seconds. thirds. don't stop until they're shaking and yank you away🤤

“You’re so wet, bunny.” I murmur against your neck. I have you pressed tight against me, your back against my chest as I reach between your legs to play with you. I let my tongue slide up along the column of your throat. “Your pretty white panties are soaked.” I tease, a smile in my voice.

Rubbing slow, firm circles on your clit through the fabric and nuzzling into the place behind your ear, I revel in every soft, shy whimper you let pass over your parted lips.

“That’s it, bunny. More. Let me hear more.” I encourage in nearly a whisper as I pull your panties to the side and slowly press two fingers inside you. My breath catches and shudders a bit with pleasure when I feel just how wet you are. My hold on you grows tighter, “All this just from a little teasing? You really are a desperate thing.”

I grip your hair and tilt your head back to look at me. “I’ve barely even started with you, bunny.” And I delight in the cute look on your face, your mouth agape and eyelids fluttering, as you grow more and more dazed with pleasure🤤💦

Some people are like air. They are always around you, filling the void between you and your wall. They send you in the right oxygen; make sure you don't breathe in your own carbon dioxide.

They are just there- selflessly. Sometimes you acknowledge, sometimes you don't. They don't demand. They do roar at times so that you don't forget your jacket. Sometimes they let you go, feel the sun.

You have infinite conversations with them just to accept the boundaries in your heart. They are your FCO- Fog Clearance Officer. They blow your dark clouds on a sunny day and sit alongside at your threshold during a storm.

And if all of this makes you feel so special- trust me, you are. You tend to think they love you. Yes, they do, very much. And there are moments when you think you are the only one.

Well, that, I'm not sure.

They are the air and that is what they do- love everyone, just the way they love you. You can't possess or grab a clutch. And when you try to, you lose. Air differs from place to place. Its density alters with your height- but their presence is a forever phenomenon.

And when you move on, sometimes, it is okay to get a breath of fresh air🪷

I've realized that it's okay to see not just the good in people, but also the not-so-good things they can do—to tell them that they are asking too much of my time and I also have a life to live; to communicate that they've been receiving things, but not offering something back to the table; to let them know that they've been abusing someone's willingness to help, that they forget the person also needs some rescue, at times; or worst, the person can't give any help at all, when they need his hand, because he also need some saving.

People won't know the effect and impact of their actions, unless we are brave enough to say it to them, or at least draw the line for ourselves. They would always think that it's okay to ask as many help as they can, because a person keeps on saying yes to them—they won't make an adjustment and change things, until we decide to close our doors and let them knock first for courtesy. Sometimes, people forget about what respect is, so it's on us to remind ourselves of the respect we deserve and begin to create such boundaries.

At this time and age, we look for reciprocation in any relationships and connections that we have—that if you can't offer the same amount of things, at least be respectful of someone's time through being kind🍁