love that i’m the kind of girl who likes men now but it’s not some delicate affair of understanding things with gentle romance and dipping toes into cool water. no— i want hot, hot heat. fucking give me everything before i decide you’re the type that needs it just taken from you. a kiss, an orgasm, my fingers in their hair and my nails in their back, oh how darling. sure. fine. but you know what i want? i want you groaning and rutting your hips into my hand as i whisper filth into your ear. i wanna hit you. i wanna see that face make expressions it hasn’t before. i want to devour you in ways no other woman has or ever will. like no sorry, this is not tender. i can be tender while im mean, sure. but if you want a soft girl, look somewhere else. i want you with an animosity that will be sure to destroy you if you let me have my way with you. like shut the hell up and take your clothes off or i’ll do it for you. i don’t wanna hear you speak unless it’s to tell me how good it feels.
