⋆｡♪our love is a strong love, baby♬⋆.˚

ideal goal is a husband who’s so disgustingly perverted and obsessed with me and fucks me like it’s his life depends on it

i have no dick and i must frot

dry humping until he’s leaking through his boxers and you lick at it through the fabric while he holds your head against it

there’s something so erotic about fully clothed dry humping but he’s still bending you into his favourite positions to fuck you in

Making out with someone and hearing them whine and whimper into your mouth is so so hot but so is whining/whimpering into someone’s mouth and feeling their lips curl into a smile as they chuckle at you between kisses, only encouraged to do more at your sounds.

Creepy bad guys always ruining it for the creepy good ones :(

ggggooodddd i wanna touch them while they’re talking abt their nerd stuff, i wanna see them stumble over their own words while trying to keep their focus n remember what they were talking abt i wanna hear them whimper n groan n moan n lose their miiiinnddddd😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

obsessively stalk me and wait for notifications from me

ok but would you let me touch your teeth and use my fingers to toy with your tongue or do you think that's weird

i'm totally normal about those little strings of saliva connecting your lips to the new bite mark on their skin. totally normal.

bite marks that turn into bruises

I just need to study the curvature of his spine and the definition of his legs and the way his throat moves as he speaks. I crave to feel the way the muscles in his back moves as he shifts beneath the covers. I yearn to see the way his scapulas shift and protrude as he crawls into bed at night, the glow of the moon drifting through the curtain's fabric casting faint light upon his form; to feel his skin beneath my fingertips and to just consume the feeling of his musculature performing sensual gyrations to the intimate rhythm of restless heartbeats and steamy breaths. I would conform to every wish he'd speak and bend at his word, regaling him in his desires. Seeing his eyes through the dark, that faint moonlight gracing his features and displaying the adoration within; I watch him in reverence and I deify him further. He becomes holier each night and he's ascended past any god heard of by the world. He is the embodiment of perfection, his soul bright with a sweet and carnal conviction as it's laid bare upon the cotton sheets, cold against sweat-soaked skin, glistening like the many facets of the most prized jewel, yet so much more valuable and precious.

How are we feeling today? I'm feeling this