Hey.

Fuck babyboy, I love you so much. Happy bday.🖤🌌

Remember?

Devour me like I'm a lost part of you that you finally found and want to have attached to yourself, inside of yourself, part of yourself, again and forever.

And love me as painful as you can, as painful as I love you."

Remember the night I got you falling on your knees for the very first time? You were trying hard to resist, as I shamelessly showed my flesh off before your lustful eyes, daring you to touch me and leave my perfectly bruiseless skin painted with bruises. Remember how I giggled and whispered to you as I leaned on my hands, arching my back a little: "Why are you resisting? Here I am, completely available, I know all the filthy things you want to do to me sweetheart, and I want you to do them to me. Come touch me." And I took your hand, slowly guiding it on the skin of my chest, and wrapped your fingers around my throat. Your eyes grew even darker, as if it was possible. I guided your hand down to my breasts and made you grab the flesh. "It's soft, isn't it?" You rubbed your thumbs on my nipples as you said "It is." And after a quick pause you said "And no. You don't know." I tried to focus despite the fact that you were toying with my breasts quite slowly, quite sinfully, and asked you "What?" "You don't know all the filthy things I wanna do to you baby, You have no clue. They wouldn't fit inside your innocent mind." I moaned as I felt a rush of lust running down my spine right to my womanhood and dripping on my panties. "Show me then, Teach me all those grown up stuff that I apparently am not aware of." Remember how you literally got down on your knees and smirked at me as you put your tongue on my clothed vagina? 'Cause I do sweetheart, I remember it by heart, my body remembers, even if someday my mind clears the memory. I will always remember.

"She stared at the screen set in the backstage, knowing she was his one and only -préféré- audience."

I really really miss you.

"So...you think by any chance you might be dark enough to ruin me?" She whispered in an ironically innocent tone right below his ear. "If I submit to you, will you fill me with your dark shadows?" He shuddered and took a deep breath, taking in her sweet intoxicating scent. "Do you think you can corrupt me and make a woman out of me? Should I trust you? Will you screw me? Will you paint my whiteness with your dark colors? Will you, daddy?" Staring intensely into her innocent playful eyes, he grabbed her hand as gentle as possible, placing the softest, most lewd kiss on her palm. "Only way I know how, sweetheart. Only way I know how."

To the most lewd perverts.

Mouth agaped, panting, she bounced on his coarse fingers. Her own delicate fingers gripping the roots of his dark hair tightly and chest also bouncing deliciously with the same rhythm. He attached his plump lips to the soft skin of her neck, sucking, biting and running his tongue teasingly on the bruise left behind. She moaned desperately, stretching her neck to give him more space. "You give me all the reasons to call you a babygirl." "Then do." She whimpered. He chuckled and pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing agonizingly slow and sensual. "I need your lips. Kiss me." She moaned. He kissed her, passionate, hot, too much tongue action for the sake of most people but exactly the amount they both loved in that situation, The "saliva running down both of their chins" amount. The super intimate act sent a new rush of lust and warmth and excitement down her spine. She grinded harder on his fingers, his fingertips brushing an unbelievably too deep spot inside of her, everything was too much so she cried out, tears running down her cheeks. "Babygirl..." he whispered, wiping her tears softly. "I want your tongue on me. Taste me. Please." "Shhhhh easy baby, easy. Let me take care of you. I'll do whatever you want me to." He knew he was the one overstimulating her with all that sentiment and passion yet him saying things like that was even more stimulation. They both knew that. And they both loved and enjoyed it. The way they explored eachother's souls and reached their deepest layers of existence was the sole point of sex to them. He helped her lie down in bed and kissed her lips lovingly, then planted more passionate open-mouthed kisses on her jawline, neck, collar bones, chest, stomache, till he reached the place she needed him the most. He nuzzled between her legs, kissing her inner thighs softly, making her sob. "Shhhh it's ok babygirl...it's alright." "Please please please..." He smiled and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue gently, making her hiss. He ran his tongue between her wet folds and sucked on her clit. "God finally." She moaned. He chuckled and kept on eating her out, Starting gently and teasingly and after a few minutes he was eating her out like a man starved. Then there was everything; his thumb was stimulating her clit, his tongue was exploring the insides of her and sucking her, two of his fingers also inside of her and she was having trouble breathing. She sobbed and shivered, gripping his hair and grinding herself on his face, desperately trying to reach her climax. "Cum for me babygirl. Release. My sweet little baby. Cum on daddy's tongue. Let daddy taste your sweetness properly." And just when she thought she can't take it anymore she released with choked sobs and high pitched whines, legs shaking and tears running down her face. He licked her juices, overstimulating her abused pussy. She whined quietly, too exhausted to do more. He planted soft kisses on her vagina. "You were great for me babydoll. Thank you for letting me praise your beauty." She smiled tiredly and blushed, hiding her face in her hands. "Thank you daddy." He smirked and whispered in her ear "You taste sweeter than honey by the way."

And you still resist me?

He, exhausted from work and bitter from all the arguments and bullshits he's been through for the past - god knows - 8 hours, opened the door to their shared apartment and walked inside. "Baby?" He called out. "In the bedroom." She answered right away. He walked to their bedroom and opened the door to see the simplest yet most satisfying frame he could lay his eyes on. There she was, lying on her stomache, wearing nothing but one of his black over-sized hoodies, no makeup, scrolling through her phone casually, swinging her legs in the air, dim lights and bed messy. "Hey babe." She said, turning her head towards him immediately and greeting him with a fond smile. It took him less than a second to capture the frame before she said hi, but it lingered. It lingered in the depth of his tired heart. There was something undescribable about the scene, something unexplainable. You could say there was no explaination. Just the simple existence of her in her purest and most natural form, deeply attached to his being by wearing his clothes or waiting for him to come home, that was perfect. That filled him up. That gave meaning to every little thing he does everyday. He smiled back. "Hey there pretty." "Come cuddle me. I've missed you." She said with a little pout. He chuckled and pecked her lips softly before lying on the bed and embracing her in his arms. She sighed happily. "How was work?" "Fucked up. Per usual." He snorted. "Wanna talk about it?" "Doesn't matter baby. Let's just enjoy the moment." "Ok." Then they stayed silent and just cuddled. She was almost falling asleep when he called her. "Baby?" "Yes?" "I don't wanna ask you to never leave me, that's just unrealistic. I know we can't predict what happens. I just...I just want you to know wether we stay like this till we die or we break up like...I don't know...next month, I will never love anyone like I love you. I think that's impossible for me to love someone else the way I love you. I guess my whole soul belongs to you right now, And it's rude to take it back, And to be honest it's more safe with you. You're much more beautiful than I'll ever be. My soul, everything I have is yours, Forever."

There she was, lying on her messy bed, three in the morning, hugging his shirt, drenched in his perfume, listening to the playlist he made her months ago for the times she misses him, the ache in her heart too much to let her cry. "I know I can't have you." She recalled telling him. "I swear I'm always right here for you." He said with a slight shake in his deep voice. "As long as you want me around I'm there for you."

Tell me darling, Don't you get hot enough for her?

I can't have you.