i'm supposed to be sleeping right now but i just realized, what do i even do if one day my plushies wake up and start blackmailing me... they've seen too much...

it's the end of the day and i just want to sit at his feet and yap while he gently strokes my hair with a smile on his face

he called me a slut and it made me giggle

uh oh...

i live off the attention i get so keep giving it to me

let’s have a romantic dinner on a balcony then make love under the city lights

i’m feeling too much right now i want to be fucked until i cry it all out

slow deep thrusts while he whispers how precious I am to him

acting like a cute innocent couple in front of everyone but once it's just the two of us we turn into disgusting perverts obsessed with each other

You're not needy for asking to talk through conflict. You're not too much for wanting consistent communication. You're not annoying for wanting clarification. You're not overly sensitive for needing to be heard. These are called standards.

craving a night that starts with deep talks and end with passionate sex

the idea of taking care of him after he comes home from work is so hot... like i'd run him a warm bath, cook his favorite meal, give him a massage and then i'd just let him use me

i wanna be daddy's baby doll, his precious little princess, the one he loves, cherishes and protects from the whole world

i like a man who’s obsessed... always calling me, always texting me, always wanting to know where i am, telling me he misses me all the time, reminding me i’m his, getting a little jealous

Sometimes i think angry sex with the right person would fix me

i could use some skin to skin right now