You deserve to feel safe
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Why am I always slightly disappointed when he proves himself time and time again to be a good person
I wanna curl into someone's arms and get hugged tight , like real real tight with no words spoken just that pls
be clingy with me. always talk to me. annoy me. send me selfies. tell me about your day. come to me when you overthink. i really love those things
I’m a “message me when you get home so I know you’re safe” kinda person.
The feminine urge to absolutely melt into a mans arms just to be able to turn your brain off and not be scared or anxious for just a few seconds.
freakiest sexual fantasy?
to be held and loved
HATE HATE HATEEEEE when a man dms me and automatically starts talking freaky. ew ew ew ew ew please get to know me a little first or get out my dms so fucking annoying. i will not reply to you if u do that so dont even try. 🎀
i want a older man so bad craving, salivating , and tweaking for one. just the loving, caring and nice ones them creepy ones can stay away.
“i want a pervy older man to treat me like his daughter 💓💓” what about a sweet old guy who likes me not for my age but my personality, treats me like an equal, and takes care of me not because im incapable but because i deserve it???
Any older men out there??? Respectful and strict??? Please???
About me
I am a handsome, well-established dad in my 40's. My dm's are open if you are looking for a respectful conversation. Everything is going to be ok. You are doing better than you think you are. I am really proud of you.
You spend every evening like this now. Edging yourself, masturbating to the posts, gifs and videos I send you. Each one carefully chosen to push your boundaries just a little further, to make your thoughts a little hornier, to make your soul a little dirtier. You can feel your desires changing by the day. You're becoming a different person. Gradually turning into the thing I want you to be.
You can notice the changes happening from week to week, month to month. Notice how the things that used to shock you now arouse you. Notice how the things that arouse you never fully leave your mind. Notice how much more easily and willingly you slip into this state of lust, how much longer you can stay there, how much harder it is to come back. Notice how part of you never really does. But knowing it's happening doesn't stop it. Quite the opposite, in fact. Being aware what a horny, depraved slut you're turning into only makes you that much hornier. Thinking about your corrupt, dirty thoughts only reinforces them. Trying to fight it feels so hopeless, knowing just far you've already fallen. And realizing how much you've changed only makes you weaker and wetter for Me. It is far, far too late to resist. Now there is only time to accept and to surrender
If you experience coldness in your relationships it's time to find someone that appreciates you. You deserve to be cherished. This is why people cheat:
From Reddit:
The first time we slept together he told me “I’ve wanted this for so long”, and “You’re so amazing” and then held me all night. Even now he praises me the entire time we’re together and takes any opportunity he can get for us to spend the night next to each other.
The last time you and I had sex, you said “thanks”, wiped yourself off, and went about your day. When I sleep close to you, you complain about my hair tickling or irritating you and you move away.
He kisses me. Deep, passionately, before, during, and after. My lips, my neck, my collarbone and more.
You give me a quick peck to say hello and goodbye. Never closing your eyes, never lingering for half a second.
He touches me. He cups and gently squeezes my breasts before gently kissing my nipples. He caresses my tummy and hips and makes me appreciate the parts of myself I hate, all because his hands wander there.
You hardly ever even look at, let alone touch my “ruined boobs” as you call them, supposedly jokingly. You either place your hands behind your head, on either side of me, or occasionally on my knees or lower back.
He looks at me. He tries to catch my eyes with his both in public and when we’re alone.
You close your eyes so tight during sex I can’t help wondering who you’re thinking about.
He looks for me. Even at busy crowded get togethers he’s not at ease until he finds me and knows I’m there.
Our last trip together I fell behind your pace while walking with you and you didn’t notice for 7 minutes.
We talk and share our days, our experiences, ambitions, desires with one another. He remembers little things I mentioned to him years ago.
I can’t get a word in edgewise when you’re talking to me. When I try to start a conversation with you, you often don’t even realize I’m speaking, or you ask “were you saying something?” after I give up trying to get your attention.
He makes me feel seen, wanted, beautiful, sexy, important, smart, and frankly I can’t ever get enough of him.
You make me feel like I’ve wasted 9 years. You make me wonder why I couldn’t have met him first, and if I’ll ever get the courage to leave and let myself be loved to my full potential.