horny sideblog

i don't know how to flirt. i want someone to do it for me. i want someone to tell me hey. do you want this? if yes come here right now and i would come there right now and the rest would be history. tell me what to do. tell me what to do and i will do it so well. i don't know what i'm doing and i am not a fast learner but god i try hard.

what do you call it when i want my partner to think it's really sexy of me to have a chronic illness. i want someone who talks me through the pain of a flareup like it's controlled sadomasochism. like they're facilitating it and because of that I am safe. because of that I know it is going to end. what do you call it when i want to be carried back to bed after shitting bloody mucus for two hours and given a cock to suck on or a pussy to eat until I fall asleep.

okay. you want the truth? fine. i want someone to get me stoned to the point of near constant vasovagal syncope. i want to be told to get them a glass of water. i want to stand, start walking, freeze - i want them to notice. I want them to feel it happening the way I can. I want them to catch me and lower me to the ground with their fingers slipping inside me on the way. I want to be on the verge of cumming before I can even see again. what would you call that