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Sit there, baby. Turn to me. Open your legs. Look in my eyes. I see you.
My beautiful girl. My dark flower. You’re only mine. Touch yourself…slowly.
Now bend down. Arch your back. That’s my hand. Pulling you open.
Feeling your skin. Just slow touches. I’m still dressed. No hurry, baby.
Spread your arms. Close your eyes. Feel my grip. Memorizing you slowly.
Every inch…mine. Give me moans. Give me sighs. Bloom for me.
My dark flower. Just feel me. I’ll find you. I’ll bruise you. Slow but gentle.
Just enough, baby. Release your perfume. I want it. All over me.
“You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.”
— Lang Leav, Sad Girls (via books-n-quotes)
“Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via books-n-quotes)


Hahaha, we few, we happy few… I’m glad I can give you some support although the priest!Tom material is rare these days. Always happy to share my dirty, sinful thoughts with like-minded people 😉
sigh.
