baby

I crave your cum. 
I sit and constantly think & miss the way it tasted in my mouth. The warmth of your milk shooting down my throat. 
I can’t satisfy the hunger inside of me. 
Please give me your cum. 
You don’t even have to touch me. 
Use my mouth, nothing more. 
Stare into my soul as you do it. Or don’t if it makes you happier. 
If you love humiliating me, do it in the worst ways. 
If you would rather make me feel like a useless fucktoy, do it to the best of your ability. 
I’m here for YOUR use. 
I am nothing more than whatever YOU want me to be. 
You name it, I’ll be it. 
You want it, I’ll do it. 
Anything to make you happy. 
Anything. 


“closeness with a certain sum of shared experiences. Yet in reality total strangers, who will never say a single word to each other, can share an intimacy — an intimacy contained in the exchange of a glance, a nod of the head, a smile, a shrug of a shoulder. A closeness that lasts for minutes or for the duration of a song that is being listened to together. An agreement about life. An agreement without clauses. A conclusion spontaneously shared between the untold stories gathered around the song.”

“The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander.”