#so desperate

"Does that feel good baby, do you like that, do you want me to go faster"

Or when I'm doing something to them

"Oh yeah baby just like that, your doing so good for me, that feels so good, your such a good girl, making ms feel so good like the good little hirl you are"

Need that!!!

Laying on a guy's back, having your arms around his neck, head into his shoulder, making sure your ear is near his mouth so you can listen to him. You are making him do push-ups. He has to do 50 without breaking or faltering. 50 consistent push-ups with you on his back. It's not that hard.

But its been oh so long. You keep saying things thats getting him embarrassed. Stroking your fingers on his face, on his neck, and his chest. Tapping the back of his weak knees with your foot, just to make him fall again. All of this because the oh so sweet sweet noises coming out of him. The way hid breathing became more and more desperate. Little groans and whimpers as time went on and on. Keeping him going to hear all those sweet noises coming out of him. His arms and legs shaking under you. But trying so hard to keep going.

He's so tired but you keep telling him hes such a good boy. He needs your praises. He needs to show you that hes a good boy. Hearing you breathe into his ear. Your body pressed against him. He'll keep this up all night, or as long as he can. Because he is your good boy. And you are his lady. And he will get to that 50. Or be punished by you. He doesnt mind that option either.

I don't know what possessed me but I need to hear a man groaning and whimpering as he does push-ups.

I NEED the Ballad of Serenity on solo violin and I can't find it anywhere, bro

Please, I just wanna find it so I can play it — if any of yall know where to find a solo violin for it, please tell me or send it to me

I'll forever be in your debt

Can I forget you, being as ye were

So beautiful among the pleasant fields

In which ye stood? Or can I here forget

The plain and seemly countenance with which

Ye dealt out your plain comforts? Yet had ye

Delights and exultations of your own.

— William Wordsworth, The Prelude, Book 1, lines 501–506.

"Wordsworth was addressing some cottages in a field; and yet."