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Oh dam 👀👀👀 this sounds so hot
being the big spoon and wrapping my arm around him to stroke it
*in dire need of naked cuddles*
this is what edging feels like to me. It’s like I’m standing on this precipice and at any moment something you say or do could be the thing that tips me over the edge. If you touched me tonight I would probably cum instantly
Imagine keeping yourself in low sustained arousal all the time... Waking up in the morning and finding your thighs wet and sticky, your chest being sensitive to the lightest touches, being one teasing comment away from ruining your underwear at any moment? Exactly how you're meant to be.
I need it! Help me out.
I want to rail. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell out horrible things about him and make him feel as useless and broken as I do.
I want his arms around me. I want him to stroke my hair and tell me it will be okay. I want to believe it will be okay. I want to be safe. And secure.
But no one hears my wants as they fall directly into the blackness which was once my heart.
Time again to box it all up. Put it away. Pretend I don’t feel. Time to lose myself in mundanity. Hide from passion. Give up on hope.