I’ll write anything I want here. And that’s okay. But I can also write in my notes app. Or a journal. But nobody will find me here just the same. Maybe four people that probably follow 200. So here we are. Here I am.
Picture this. A fucking beautiful woman. She bites her lip looking you up and down. A nervous hand on the back of her neck, but a simultaneous confidence, knowing fucking well exactly how much you want her. They way she looks you in the eye is caught between affection and arousal and you are uncertain. But even in desperation of certainty, that’s fine. She puts a hang on your chest. Gently. Feeling for your heart, feeling the quickening rise and fall of your chest. And she shoves you into the wall nearby. You tense your neck so you don’t hit your head, but she already put her hand against the wall behind you so you’d be safe if you hadn’t prepared. You feel the sting on in your back, the part of your spinal column that sticks out, and you fucking love it. That she put you in pain and you feel fucking fantastic about it and safe. She leans forward, her chest is pressed against you first, then her entire torso, then her thighs against yours. Your clit is throbbing with arousal. It had been since the first time she looked you up and down this evening. You’re ready to lose yourself to her. She knows it. She’s still nervous. You gasp as she slides her hand under the edge of your shirt, pushing it up. You wore a tight one to show off your body, so it doesn’t fall back down when she pushes it up, just below your breasts. Even when she drops to her knees, she’s in control. And you want her to be. You’ve been so aggressively trying to control your own life. You’re tired. She knows that. When she kisses you over your rib cage, below your sternum a few inches, she listens to make sure it’s exactly what you want. It is. She kisses down, lightly, but digs her nails into your hips. You groan wanting so much more. You feel the vibration of her huff of amusement, just short of a laugh. You press into her mouth hoping for just a little more, but she shoves you harder into the wall and stands. It’s absolutely killing you. She tells you to be good. You so desperately want to be a brat, to tell her no and fight against what she wants. But tonight you don’t succumb to that feeling. She’s pleased about it. When she kisses your neck you hum, feeling it in your whole body. It’s overwhelming how much you want her. Enough that you might confuse it with love. She pushes your shirt up to your collarbones. You want her to want you and know she does. You aren’t insecure. You trust her. She drags her nails down your stomach and you want her to hurt you so badly because you know she will and you know she won’t do it to your heart. She tells you to pull your shirt over your head. You do it without thought. You’re drowning in your own arousal, the look in her eyes that tells you she feels exactly the same. That if you pressed your leg between her thighs she would be in the exact place you are. But you’re letting yourself have this. Tomorrow you’ll be the one in control. But not now. She could tell you anything and you’d do it. She bends down to take your nipple into her mouth. She puts presses a hand against your sternum to put you in your place if you move, pressed her thigh between your leg, taking away that option from you. You’re so fucking ready. She’s so fucking beautiful. She whispers that you’re a good girl. You needed that more than you thought you did.
Yeah. I don’t write smut ever, but I wanted this. And nobody follows me anyway. Don’t even get to the fucking part lol.
The absolute FEROCITY in which I want to be a dom and a sub right now and am SUFFERING romantically AND sexually. Dear god, can this girl p l e a s e either break my heart or be with me and either way can I Please get laid Jesus fucking hell. Masochist, sadist, AnYoNe, but also one person in specific. FUCK. Imma unalive myself. I’m kidding, but OH MY LORDY.