HerSalaciousAppetite

my problem is i always want to know why

i’m done crying about it, i deserve better

god the moment when they’re about to push into me. sinking in slowly, waiting for me to be grinding onto them deeper. that’s right baby, you need this don’t you? and saying: yes, yes, please. watching them toe the line between how badly they want to fuck me and how much they love drawing this out of me, how sweet it is to them to hear me beg. they hold out just a few moments longer, and finally they tell me i’ve been waiting for this for so long. i wrap my legs around them pushing them deeper, not letting an inch of them slip back out, and i tip my head back and i scratch their back and my words have turned into moans.

Altogether, I really like the way americans say "can I help you?" as a polite general one-size-fits-all stand-in for "who the fuck are you/what the fuck are you doing here/how the fuck did you get in here/what the fuck are you staring at/what is your fucking problem." Such a polite way of going "bitch what the fuck."

I know it's an issue that boys are not taught emotional maturity amd women are expected to take care of them but please do not think that therefore it must be true that women ARE taught emotional maturity. Like please take a look at all of our mothers and tell me you honest to god believe that

anybody else going through life feeling like a dog that wasn't socialized enough as a puppy