brave6
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Because my teeth start itching, and I need to remind her exactly what I am, that the only predictable thing about me, is that I'll always be this to her. Sometimes I'm just going to push her down and love her like a fucktoy. Oh, but I'll be soft and sweet. My version of soft leaves marks. My version of sweet scares her a little. But that's okay, she wouldn't have it any other way, and that's why she deserves everything I'm going to give her
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Because my teeth start itching, and I need to remind her exactly what I am, that the only predictable thing about me, is that I'll always be this to her. Sometimes I'm just going to push her down and love her like a fucktoy. Oh, but I'll be soft and sweet. My version of soft leaves marks. My version of sweet scares her a little. But that's okay, she wouldn't have it any other way, and that's why she deserves everything I'm going to give her
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I'm putting this here because it seems apropos. Because my teeth start itching, and I need to remind her exactly what I am, that the only predictable thing about me, is that I'll always be this to her. Sometimes I'm just going to push her down and love her like a fucktoy. Oh, but I'll be soft and sweet. My version of soft leaves marks. My version of sweet scares her a little. But that's okay, she wouldn't have it any other way, and that's why she deserves everything I'm going to give her
His 1
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His 3
His 4
His 5
His 6
Hers 1
Hers 2
Hers 3
Hers 4
Hers 5
Hers 6
Alone, waiting to go home and be with my love. Thinking about being reunited with his taste, his feel. how his taste makes me feel delighted, how his smell makes me feel a connection that confuses and overwhelmes me.
Talking to a girlfriend I was reminded of maybe my backwards view on oral. To me it is more intimate than fucking, not something on the way there. If I do not feel particularly 'emotionally intimate' it is not an act of worship or pleasure; something I avoid frankly. But to have the cock of some one I adore or feel close to in my mouth, or joy of joys some one I love and worship, it's something.... I seek out at every opportunity .
Alone, waiting to go home and be with my love. Thinking about being reunited with his taste, his feel. how his taste makes me feel delighted, how his smell makes me feel a connection that confuses and overwhelmes me.
Talking to a girlfriend I was reminded of maybe my backwards view on oral. To me it is more intimate than fucking, not something on the way there. If I do not feel particularly 'emotionally intimate' it is not an act of worship or pleasure; something I avoid frankly. But to have the cock of some one I adore or feel close to in my mouth, or joy of joys some one I love and worship, it's something.... I seek out at every opportunity .
Alone, waiting to go home and be with my love. Thinking about being reunited with his taste, his feel. how his taste makes me feel delighted, how his smell makes me feel a connection that confuses and overwhelmes me.
Talking to a girlfriend I was reminded of maybe my backwards view on oral. To me it is more intimate than fucking, not something on the way there. If I do not feel particularly 'emotionally intimate' it is not an act of worship or pleasure; something I avoid frankly. But to have the cock of some one I adore or feel close to in my mouth, or joy of joys some one I love and worship, it's something.... I seek out at every opportunity .

When someone believes for one second that they are able to generalize something like intimacy definitively for another, I tune out. On different occasions, when I've spoken to people in person about my sex life, I've gotten a myriad of responses both positive and negative. Which just serves to prove that what qualifies as intimacy, truly is unique to each individual/couple, regardless of similarities. Eye of the beholder and all that. You're not backwards Elle, you are you, he is he, and what you are to each other is neither backwards nor any other direction. It's just your own exclusive version of " us "
I'm the opposite. I don't dream, it's a longing and ( for lack of a more accurate term ) hunger. I swing to extremes. It's hard when she's gone, the old cliché of not knowing quite what to do with yourself when they're away, rings true. Most days I can handle it, but it's lurking just beneath the surface, and can be conjured by the smallest trace of her. No pattern or warning. If I linger on a picture too long, lay down on the couch where we do, find a stray hair on the sink, or catch even the faintest hint of her scent on my jacket or pillow, I'm triggered. Moans, the sweet taste in my mouth, the feeling of laced fingers and writhing hips, my name said in that voice I've come to need more and more, the sight I'm greeted with when I open my eyes to look up and see her just as she always looks to me. Good enough to eat....
Overwhelming is right![]()
