I Was A Healer.

someone please tie me down onto the bed and edge me into oblivion with a vibrator. Whenever I’m close pull it away from my clit and tell me that sluts don’t get to come until you decide, edge me for hours until I’m sobbing and begging to cum. ask me random little questions and when I don’t give an answer slap my puffy clit and tell me I’m never gonna cum if I don’t learn some manners.

“She gasped as he ripped her shirt open, buttons exploding. Jordan looked up, meeting his intense eyes, and they didn't waver- almost dared her to object. When she didn't, Miles broke his stare to take in what he had so violently exposed. . .

"Look at you."

She was panting with excitement as she watched him take her in. His eyes roamed her body, and she could tell he was desperate to touch her. His hands rested on her rib cage, his thumbs on the underwire of her bra. Jordan opened her legs further, allowing him closer. His lips returned to her skin…”

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masturbating is not enough i need to get fucked so hard i can't walk any more

love cockhungry whores, the ones who wanna cum so bad but try to push it down and just keep being fucked so they can keep being pounded forever, addicted to the feeling of a cock filling them up and can’t handle the thought of them ever pulling out

Persephone aesthetic

Let me reach out and touch you,

Caress the soft and warm humanity hidden deep inside.

The reminder of all the parts of you no one loved before.

The parts you have to keep locked away,

Afraid of the bruises that take root so easily, yet take so long to heal.

Let me hold this part of you.

Tender, Gentle, and Without End.

soul

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