#the words
“it’s beautiful how she’s only available to few. how she only reveals herself to those that appreciate her colorful petals.”—iambrillyant(viawnq-writers)
It’s isn’t sex that I crave. It’s connection. If we connect it’s not sex I want. I want to hear, talk, and be heard.
“I choose to love you in silence because in silence I find no rejection, and in silence no one owns you but me.”— Rumi
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Grind on my thigh and beg for me to fuck you so I can kiss your forehead and tell you no.
Someone asked me the difference between roaming, exploring and manhandling. It made me pause and think.
To have your body roamed is to be adored, inch by inch. Appreciated. Seen. Felt for every silken warmth you offer. Fingers. Gliding smoothly and caressing. Lips. Brushing, gently kissing. Tongue. Controlled, tasting slowly. The touch is deliberate, with a sense of desire and awe.
To be explored is to be admired, inch by inch. Appreciated. Seen. Prowled for every squirming movement you offer. Fingers. Touching; feeling every crease, scar and unique feature. Lips. Open, tasting and teasing. Tongue. Lapping, licking, learning. The touch is wandering, with a sense of gentleness and discovery.
To be manhandled is a different beast. It is to be taken, inch by inch, with urgency; a ferocity that cannot be subdued. Appreciated. Seen. Grabbed for every strangled moan you offer. Fingers. Digging into flesh. Lips. Pressed, smashed and dragged. Tongue. Hungry, wet and messy. The touch is intense, with a sense of lust and desperation.
All have their purpose.
All have their place.
All are perfect.
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I could write about flirting. Tentative. Teasing. Testing. Finding common ground. Connection. Stomach flipping words. Eye contact. Blushing. Smiling. Eye brows raised. The anticipation. The excitement. The feeling of discovery. The afterglow.
I could write about kissing. Gentle. Tentative. Open and explorative. Passionate. Tongues tasting. Sliding. Sucking. Lips locked. Teeth clashing. Heads tilting. Shared moans. The hitched breathing. The hands on faces. The need to be closer. The afterglow.
I could write about sex. Fucking. Hard cock. Wet pussy. Tasting. Lips and tongues. Thrusting. Moans. The short panting breaths. The deep satisfied sighs. The smiles. The afterglow.
I could write about blow jobs. Licking. Sucking. Sloppy lips. Eye contact. Deep throat, gagging slightly. Messy mouth. Moans. Groans. The coming up for breath. The fingers in hair. The thrusting. The afterglow.
I could write about eating pussy. Teasing. Flicking. Face burying. Tongue dipping and tasting. Clit sucking. Lips nipping. Lapping. Dripping. Messy mouth. Thighs clamping. Whimpers. Growls. The coming up for breath. The thrusting. The clenching. The uncontrollable shaking. The afterglow.
I could.
I could write about it all.
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“You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in.”— Nick Hornby
“Life is about balance. Be kind, but don’t let people abuse you. Trust, but don’t be deceived. Be content, but never stop improving yourself.”— Nishan Panwar
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