Vessel of desire

love when nonkink blogs follow me. like yes girl dw your secret is safe with me

knowing how it tends to go with male authors and their wives it was probably marge who wrote the odyssey

calm, composed characters. counting every minute until they can quietly slip away and sit with their head between their knees. blinking the spots away from their vision and figuring they can make it a while longer. waiting until no one's around to even think about saying I don't feel so good, keeping their back up, ready to pretend everything's fine the moment someone walks in the room. ignoring the chills despite the hours they've spent in the sun. fighting down the nausea with all eyes on them. nothing's wrong, they're just tired. they just need to grab something from the other room. they just need a second.

Maybe I can be lizard and fuck the rest of my polycule like that

Man as a suicidal idiot who looks forward to getting drunk I understand the, like, fictional appeal of intox now. Sorry I kinda wish I had someone I trusted deeply enough to be loose and stupid and drunk with and fuck all night bc of how horny I get when I'm like this. It's better than killing myself at least.

"so what keeps you from exploring it outside of that" moral ocd

I want to burp somebody. Oooh I want to burp somebody so bad. I want to wait until they finish their soda, then thump them on the back, knocking a big, carbonated burp out of them "by mistake." I want to press just the right spot on their belly when they're full, coaxing out a deep relieving belch. I want to hug them a little too hard, squeezing out a little burp they were trying to suppress. I want to work a burp out of someone who'd rather it stay in. I want to ease a burp out of someone who's dying for it to come out. I want to burp someone who thinks it's embarrassing. Someone who wants it. Someone who needs it. Someone who thinks it's as hot as I do. Preferably all of those things at once.