I’ve already masturbated twice today. I just stopped masturbating and kept my toy inside me while I made scrambled eggs. I ate them at the counter. And then laid right back down and started up again.
We’re cozy and cuddling in bed. It’s vulnerable for me to ask for what I want!!! But I laugh, embarrassed, and finally ask. I want your moans. I don’t give a shit what you say, just open your mouth. Let me hear your sounds. I want them. I want them.
I would have liked it if you liked me back. If you got excited like I got excited. But I’m a needy girl. I need a baby that likes the sight of me. Who will watch me.
I’m comfy cozy in bed. Laying on my side, a little sleepy myself. I want to share a handful of poems I really like with you. You can just breathe, relax, and hopefully drift off to sleep if you’d like.
Okay what is this about. A period of low plays and low engagement. Creating for myself VS sharing creations with others. And what’s my audio erotica why?
I love watching. I love watching. I love watching. I love facing you while you face the room. Hand on the back of your neck while you tell me just how horny my boy is. While I give your skin kisses and can’t help but rock my thick thighs against your thigh….
You’re bent over the counter eating cereal. And I walk in, seeing your body in a new position. I want to be on my knees. Eating you out from behind. My nose on your skin. Please let go on my face. Baby, I’m mouth horny.
You’re bent over the counter eating cereal. And I walk in, seeing your body in a new position. I want to be on my knees. Eating you out from behind. My nose on your skin. Please let go on my face. Baby, I’m mouth horny.
Let me worship you slowly, obsessively, until we blur the line between prayer and pleading. Until devotion becomes instinct, until desire becomes scripture.