because i desire so many things, not in sexual ways. a fistful of wildflowers, a piece of homemade bread, the air of something whispering in my ear that i’m someone that can be seen.
I miss taking off your bra and revealing your overflowing tits, ripe for me to enjoy. I love running my tongue along the perimeter of them, slowly licking up the entirety of your mounds.
There’s no stronger relationship than one where the spark is alive and well. In modern relationships, we’re given the perfect tool for maintaining this heat: sexting.
As soon as you walk in the door tonight I’m getting on my knees.
Sexting can be so so hot.
“I broke up with my ex-girlfriend but I couldn’t stop fucking her for an entire year because she would text me things like ‘I’m still thinking about the way your face looks when I’m swallowing your cum. I need to see it again.’ How can you say no to that?”
The fact that you’re sneaking off to send him these pics when you’re supposed to be a good girl and helping out with whatever family stuff will drive him crazy.