Anna

me, when literally anything happens: maybe it’s a sign 

That "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" whimper that makes you pin her down and fuck her harder

a slow burn flirting where you don’t realize its romantic until one random day you wake up and realize i’ve yearned for you, for what seems like forever

lets have phone sex over walkie talkies

“bend over” “bend what? over”

I hate this place

groaning in your ear “that’s my girl make that pretty pussy cum for me” as we’re both so close about to finish together

TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET HOME or I’m going to be worried about you BITCH.

no, i dont lose hyperfixations. theyre just moved to a different, slightly less used, shelf in my brain.

Some connections feel ancient, as if two souls signed a pact long before they ever met.

more men should be on their knees begging desperately. like in general