(via hipporacle)
Now this, this is what I love.
When I can reach your hand over my body and watch you rub my clit, until I have to spread my legs further and further apart because it’s—you—are too much, until I’m gasping for breath, and palming my breasts, and begging you for sweet, sweet release.
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Harharhar. I have one follower!
I will most likely be typing up all my annoying rants on this here blog to save the 163 followers on my other blog the hassle of scrolling past it. By the way, I am horny. I got off work, walked to the gas station & bought smokes. Went to Tim Hortons and drew for an hour or so, walked back. Now I have about ten minutes before I have to work again. I hate when I think about sex at work I feel like they can just read it across my face. Pretty sure there is a certain someone I have been fantasizing about for months. I have lots of new things I would like to try with them. And a lot of old things I’d like to do again.
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