Barely Behaving

I whimper when making out. Sorry not sorry. These pretty noises can't be contained.

Missionary so you can see my pretty eyes roll back for you.

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

supid.

I 🥺 wanna 🥺 cuddlefuck 🥺🥺

hearing “im so fucking proud of you, baby” after they successfully make you squirt

every day i am thankful to ancient humans for the domestication of the cat. fucking genius idea. agriculture was a good one too btw but you really outdid yourselves with the cat thing

i dont think straight people should be allowed to do "enemies to lovers" i think if a man is your enemy you need to trust that you were correct the first time and slay him in battle

in need to be ass up and face down on the mattress as she slowly fucks me with a big dildo until I'm sobbing

no, but please, wake me up with your hands on my tits under my tshirt or inside my panties, please

Okay, okay, I’ll go back to sleep.

I get wet just from kissing and making out btw

There is something so incredibly tender about walking through a bookstore or a museum and stopping in a section you usually breeze past, just because the person you love loves it. Suddenly, a specific genre of sci-fi or a niche era of art history isn't just "a thing"—it’s a map of their mind. You’re standing there looking at a shelf, thinking, oh, they would lose their mind over this. Your brain permanently reserves a little room for their joy, and I think that’s so beautiful.

I love the kind of tired that comes from a lot of fresh air and a little too much sun