I Want To Be Marked By Her Like I'm Property She's Afraid Of Losing

can't believe i'm not sitting in someone's lap being told how pretty i am while they grope me

pretty little girl i can manhandle and throw around <3

1 thing about me I'm gonna be a sweetie

okay but if you ever see a male creative who had a string of great work and then everything else he did was dogshit, go to the "personal life" part of his wikipedia and look at his relationships. you'll either find a major tragedy he didn't recover from (completely understandable) or, more likely, there was a woman in his life doing uncredited shit editing his stuff or contributing generally and she's not there anymore.

I told a friend about this phenomenon in literature and he called me weeks later like, I remembered what you said about women doing uncredited work when tim burton came up. he made a string of bangers then everything else just was nowhere near as good. the timeline matches perfectly to when he was with this german visual artist (lena gieseke). he's done some good work in collaboration, but if things were dug into I suspect we would find she did a lot more than people realise.

so yeah whenever you look around like wow women didn't work in history, or, women aren't auteurs, or, there just aren't as many great female writers - societal reasons for that aside, half the time they absolutely did.

Hands wrapped tightly around her waist, guiding her to orgasm as she grinds against my thigh. The way her hips stutter when she cums. Her head resting on my shoulder as she pants. Stroking up her sides gently and telling her what a good girl she’s been for me.

“On your knees, pretty girl.” “Come on, sweetheart, open your mouth.” “That’s it, princess, suck on my fingers.” “Beg to ride mommy’s thigh.” “Nice and slow, honey.” “Feels good, hm? Tell me you want more.” “Nuh-uh, good girls hold it in.” “Are you close, baby? Just another minute.” “Let go, darling, show mommy how good I make you feel.”

Instructions, guidance, pet names, always.

just spent half an hour waiting for a pizza i hadn't even ordered yet. never let your enemy know your next move.

i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wanna be fucked. i wa-need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked. i need to be fucked.

the fundamental problem on this website is that if a homeless person tried to talk to most of y’all you’d be scared out of your minds

Not to be too much of a whore, but pin me down and fill me?