cna,redhead,50s female

most of her life

being strong.

Making decisions.

Carrying responsibility.

Holding everything together.

So when she finally

lets go…

When she lets him lead.

When she lets him take charge.

When she stops

carrying the weight

for a little while.

There is something

incredibly feminine

about that moment.

Not because she is weak.

But because she is finally free

to fully let go.

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I don’t need candles or a king size bed or pretty music in the background. I want raw… I want real… I want you. Bruises. Bites. Pushing. Pulling. Thrusting. Squirming. Squealing. Moaning. Growls and whimpers. Gutteral cries screams to a higher power and begging for more and more and more. I want exhaustion… I want annihilation… I want completion… I want passion. Unedited. I want you but I want you to want me exactly the same way.

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That moment when your lips meet and her breath changes. Deeper, heavier. That moment when you don't kiss her but make love to her soul. You take possession of her mouth. That's how she wants to be kissed, needs to be kissed, deserves to be kissed.