You belong to me, and I to you

Grr why does he have to care about what others see him as, why can’t I be the only one who matters to him? Why can’t it just be nobody else but us? Why can’t the only times we interact with other people be when we absolutely have to, rather than by choice? Ugh, it would be so much easier if we were living together already.

Thinking of making him uncomfortable, and watching him squirm and make noises.

He would look so good at my feet, worshipping and pleasuring me.

I just want him to worship my body. Every single inch of it. From my face and hair all the way down to my genitals and buttocks. Make it feel as much pleasure as possible.

Fuck, I’m thinking so hard right now. I just want to be fully in control and savor all the little reactions.

Give yourself to me. Give me your worry, fear, anger, disgust…all of it to me. Surrender yourself to the fulfillment of giving me pleasure. I own you and you belong to me.

I just want to use them for my own pleasure. Be a good little toy and let me release all of my feelings onto you. I mean, you belong to me after all so I can use you however I like.

Honestly, I need you to be my stress relief. Just let me release all my frustrations out on you, in order to make it better. Either that or what I had said in the previous post. I don’t know, I feel awful and I’m just rambling.

I need someone to calm me down and make me realize that people like that don’t matter and I shouldn’t worry about them. To just take away all those negative feelings and replace it with just the two of us.