͏˖ ˚ afton's darling ೀ

we exist for love btw

There is something very sensual about someone unzipping your dress for you. The brush of fingers against skin, the expanse of your back slowly revealing itself as they inch the zipper towards the base of your spine. Maybe they leave a kiss on the nape of your neck before they let you finish undressing, or they may even offer to help you. Either way, there’s almost an eroticism to the whole exchange that’s so lovely, I love quiet romantic acts like that

please never stop talking passionately about the things you love

I love the concept of someone teaching you how to fuck. how to kiss, what it feels like to have someone else’s hands on you, someone else’s tongue. all under the guise of them being helpful, sweet to you, so you’re not nervous for when it ‘really’ happens. only for them to make sure they’re the only ones who ever get to see you that way

letting out an involuntary little moan the first time you make out with your bf and having that alter his brain chemistry so much, he replays it in head later with his hand wrapped around his cock

asking your very serious boyfriend to kiss you over the phone before he hangs up because you know he’s going to do it despite the way you hear him grumbling

being forced into close quarters with someone that ends up with you all but caged in by their body, their lips dangerously close to yours, their chest barely brushing against you with every breath, their hands on either side of you….. yet neither of you move

kissing someone you're not supposed to kiss and yet they cradle your face with a gentleness that edges on cruelty. the familiar pet name that slips so easily off their tongue, a reminder of something you can never get back again (something that you might have never had). the quiet ache in your chest where they carved your heart out, weary bones fighting off the urge to lean into their palms like you used to. they push another sweet lie between your parted lips and you simply swallow everything they give you. isn't this better than the numbness they leave you with in their ever repeating absence?