twinkly relentlessness

fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle

is that a what3words

The slow, heated progression from gentle touches to relentless tickling is exactly what I need right now. Just heavy breathing, squirming, and playful torment until I’m laughing so hard I can’t stand it anymore.

So… what is it, exactly, that gives you away first? Is it the way your shoulders tense… or the way you try to act unaffected? Mm. No, don’t rush your answer. I want the honest one. Do you like the anticipation… or is it the moment you realize you’ve already lost control that really gets to you? Because I’ve noticed something. You get a little quieter when you’re trying to be brave. Like if you don’t react, maybe you can outlast it. Does that ever actually work for you? Or do you secretly like being figured out, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left to hide? Go on tell me… what part of this makes your heart race the most

the all consuming urge to play innocent while you purposely do things that you know will turn her on just to see how much she can take before she snaps

making out and feeling their lips curl upwards on yours as you slip your hand under their shirt and trace patterns on their bare, ticklish skin >>>

when someone does something that unintentionally tickles you. and when they notice your reaction they ask if you're ticklish. and when you say yes they immediately tickle you to find out how sensitive you really are.

the duality of wanting to pin her against the wall and fuck her until she’s gasping for air while also wanting to pull her close, rest her head against my chest, listening to my heartbeat while i run my fingers through her hair. i want both. i want all of her.