There Is No Rule Book For How You Should Feel After A Trauma. 

The exposed neck: from the accessory nerve (emerging) to the vocal fold. © Mosby/McMinn

do something for me, princess?

hands on the wall. good girl. now leave them there until i'm done eating you out. better not take them off the wall too soon or i'll have to punish you. you can behave for me, right? ‹𝟹

MEN AND MINORS DNI.

I just LOVE being a switch.

When you're feeling dominant turn me into your crying mess with your fingers deep inside me.

When I'm feeling dominant let me have my hand around your neck with my strap pumping in and out of you.

When we're both feeling submissive let's rut against each other's thighs while we whimper into each other's mouths, desperately needy and aching.

When we're both feeling dominant let's tear each other's clothes off while we back each other up against every wall in the house, and probably break a few things on the way.

Ugh it's just so perfect.

girls are so annoying bro why are you asking me if i like you when i’m literally in the middle of eating you out after telling you that i love you. ask me that again and i’m gonna make you tell me how much i love you. that’s right, you’re gonna tell ME “you love me” “you love me” over and over again while i’m in you to the hilt with my strap and i’ve got my teeth in your neck. shut up and get fucked like the princess you are, loser

want to put a vibrator in you with the setting on as low as it goes, knowing damn well it’s not nearly enough to get you off, and watch as you frantically grind yourself on me. to hear every pathetic whimper fall from your lips as you fuck yourself against my crotch.

please… i can’t

you’d sob and buck your hips oh so desperately. but no, watching you fall apart against me is the best part my love. we’re going to be here as long as it takes.

do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything

it’s raining outside do you wanna come over and cuddle until we don’t know where you start and i end

I don’t fall for bodies. I fall for the way your soul softens when you speak of dreams, for the cracks in your voice when you talk about pain, for the way your mind glows in moonlight thoughts.

me and who