M E L L O D I V I N A

This man makes me feel like such a woman. The showers we’ve shared was nothing like this before; scrubbing my body with a generous amount of shea butter body wash, putting my arms around him so he can kiss me and hold me while he’s scrubbing my back (I’m sure he just wants to feel my sudsy boobs against his chest poking me in the stomach with his dick). At first it was sweet just smiling into our kisses, but the energy shifted. He kissed me long one more time and made his way down keeping my gaze as he scrubs between my thighs and down my legs. Teasingly playing with miss Fat Fat and a gleam of satisfaction in his darkened eyes feeling how aroused I am for him— his middle and ring finger gently hooking into me applying pressure forcing my hips to roll against his palm. Tightly squeezing my thighs for grip and he stands back up once again towering over me, kissing me again with much more hunger. He turns me around pinning me against the wall, I can’t see but my senses are heightened as he begins to smack his dick against the cheek of my ass, tracing his length along the crack of it, and positioning himself right at my opening. The sound of the shower waters splashing and trickling down the drain slowly but surely fading away as I’m becoming consumed by his touch, his growls, and as his body becomes pressed to mine, he says in my ear, “I’m taking what you’ve denied me four times,” he kisses my shoulder, “I can’t wait to have you.” And I melt into him. “Yes, yes, take me.” I respond breathlessly. And as he presses himself into me for the first time he lets out a long breath, his fingers digging into my hips digging himself deeper into me. For a brief second, we paused realizing what’s happening. And I squeeze around him as I push back into him for more. And that was the reassurance he needed that I was really okay with him taking me. He can have me. I am his.

Oh my Gosh I wanna cuddle. I wanna cuddle so bad

Please, Gods, let this man be the one who loves me forever into eternity.

Something about pouring vanilla creamer into a mug of freshly brewed coffee for the fourth time this morning … makes being awake this early totally worth the bouncing knees and tippity tappity of my fingers clacking against the keyboard at 94mph

Omg.. I go absolutely brain dead when this man asks me how I want to be pleasured… just him touching me makes my eyes roll back and I’m drooling.

I need an attitude adjustment… I’m in such a bitchy and cry baby mood lately 😭

I want the flowers and the dates and the PDA and the sweetness and the fights and the make ups and the nights in and the good good sex sex so good it keeps us inside and and and—

Feeling absolutely feral.. might sink my teeth into his biceps.

I have come to dislike sleeping alone. I should be held, and squeezed, and groped, and rubbed against. I should be laying my head against the warmth of his strong heart rhythmically thumping with every rise and fall of his chest. I should be feeling the embrace of his arms wrapped around me, his knees bent into the back of mine, his snores in the nape of my neck as he squeezes me in his sleep as if I were his favorite pillow. As it’d get hot beneath the blanket, skin to skin sticky with sweat; the slightest pull away would make him reach sleepily for me just to reel me back in, this time chest to chest, he’d give my forehead a lasting kiss, and fall slowly back into slumber with his chin rested upon the top of my head. I breathe him in, hot skin, how lucky am I to be embraced by the warmth of a man strong enough to battle his monsters day by day, soft enough to forever endear the scars mine have left.

Saturday nights that turn into Sunday mornings have got to be the best time of my life lately 🥹😌

How dare you smell so damn good while I am ovulating.

I just know somebody son wanna eat gushers out my asshole. It’s a matter of WHERE he’s at.

I wanna cuddle 😩