There is something intoxicating about being held like a treasure and wanted like a sin. The way reverence can melt so beautifully into hunger has always fascinated me. One moment I am touched as if I might break, the next I am looked at as if I am the only indulgence worth ruining oneself for

I like desire best when it feels like a private war. All slow stares, sharp chemistry and two bodies pretending they still have a choice in the matter.

What the hell 😭 I was just wondering where you’ve been… threads has been boring without you.

Touch is a language I speak in whispers. Come close enough and I’ll teach you what silence really means.

I don’t really split it. I just choose what I let each room see.
Threads gets the polished version. BlueSky gets the pulse.

Red lace and slow breathing.
Some nights don’t ask to be understood, only to be felt.

Maybe I just want to be looked at the way I’m thinking about being touched.
Let’s get undressed and see who breaks first.

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And what exactly?

Something about them feels like armour.

You say that like it’s a problem.

Not everything needs to be said out loud. Some things are better demonstrated…

I’m not saying you should lose it. I’m just saying I won’t stop you.

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I bite back

I have impeccable self-control. It’s just not always available…

I love when someone pays attention to the small things

Yes

Double blessed, double trouble. You’re welcome 🖤

Good taste. Some pieces are meant to be studied closely 😇

Thank you 😌 I’m just doing my part for culture.

Glad I could diversify your feed

Just stopping by to contribute something meaningful to society. It’s art, it’s therapy, it’s Titty Tuesday, pick your excuse.

Didn’t drink. Still woke up hungover and aggressively feral. No alcohol involved just my brain waking up horny and choosing chaos before I had coffee.

Ugh, that really sucks. I’m sorry you have to deal with that.
But honestly, parents never understand the whole ‘spicy content’ thing. God forbid mine ever see what I’m doing.

As long as you two are happy, that’s all that matters. Everyone else can mind their own business