then… c'est tout ce que je peux demander. lids flutter shut, tension fades into melting posture, arms slither under other’s in crushing embrace. face flush to chest. mmh. tu es coincé avec moi.

keeping such a thing from claudia will only worsen the resentment once revealed. unless, that is not why you fear telling her —— non, je le sens. you’re ashamed.

sentiment returned, low, satisfied noise unveiled through chest. palm pressed to cheek, thumb coaxing jaw open: stealing licks between mouth ajar, bottom lip given chaste kiss. you waited up for me.

i see. i must say, it’s a cowardly approach, but do as you must. even if the second heartbeat i now carry is nothing short of reverberant.

shifting to litter breastbone with kisses, each one holding its own ‘𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ ——— ended with move upward, allowing for leveled face to face. hands wander over front. am i a good mother?

the only way to love #iwtv

yelp——tears brim waterline, confidence sinks along with gaze. wet sorrow drops to floor between palms——flat, grounding against punishment. 𝘵𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰̂𝘵

cleaning up after performance,,, #iwtv

neck twists by jerking face, kept tucked against shoulder as if hidden. ignorance to remnants of pleasure / the invitation of 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. je pense que vous réagissez de manière excessive, cher mari.

lord, i think about this artwork all the time