Sneaking back in to post some smut....this was a tumblr friend challenge...and some extras
.. #4 You just created a Throbbing Rod and #5 I know just where I'd put it !
Sneaking back in to post some smut....this was a tumblr friend challenge...and some extras
Going to the beach....I'll bring you back some tan lines
Going to the beach....I'll bring you back some tan lines
When are the tan lines being revealed?
Fantastic AV.
My day was so hard...
And tomorrow's my birthday!! My last year in the 30's...
Going to the beach....I'll bring you back some tan lines
The real struggle of a sexually charged introvert...
In my mind, still a child, waiting to be scolded, corrected, guided.
How can I let you know what thoughts are in my mind?
To the world, small, shy, unassuming.
How can I let you know I have very grown up demons that need to play?
To everyday strangers, unemotional, prudish, stuck up.
How can I let you know the secrets that make me blush?
To my family and friends, a mom, a co worker, reliable and never says no.
How can I let you know it's you who I'd never say no to?
How can I let you know that while I sit shyly next to you I'm dreaming of the day you'll grab my hair and leave marks on my flesh?
How can I let you know words that casually fall from you mouth like good girl, are you listening, do you understand, have an entirely sinful pavlovian effect on me?
How can I let you know I'd allow you to tear and mark my flesh when I cry from a splinter?
How can I let you know, to be Your slut, to hear you call me Your whore, filthy bitch makes me weak but swearing on TV annoys me?
How can I let you know?
The real struggle of a sexually charged introvert...
In my mind, still a child, waiting to be scolded, corrected, guided.
How can I let you know what thoughts are in my mind?
To the world, small, shy, unassuming.
How can I let you know I have very grown up demons that need to play?
To everyday strangers, unemotional, prudish, stuck up.
How can I let you know the secrets that make me blush?
To my family and friends, a mom, a co worker, reliable and never says no.
How can I let you know it's you who I'd never say no to?
How can I let you know that while I sit shyly next to you I'm dreaming of the day you'll grab my hair and leave marks on my flesh?
How can I let you know words that casually fall from you mouth like good girl, are you listening, do you understand, have an entirely sinful pavlovian effect on me?
How can I let you know I'd allow you to tear and mark my flesh when I cry from a splinter?
How can I let you know, to be Your slut, to hear you call me Your whore, filthy bitch makes me weak but swearing on TV annoys me?
How can I let you know?
I think of you most in the morning
It's the one time I can't shake the need.
Maybe it's the sheets across my naked flesh like fingertips
or the cool breeze over my skin like your words.
I feel fire and desire and comfort and loss in those precious waking moments.
I've banished you to dream world but sometimes your memory takes advantage of the thin veil between sleep and awake. You never were the one for rules.
With a quick flip of your arm you could turn morning coffee into a morning fuck...
