Fun? What's that?

I realized, I don't know how to have fun anymore. All I'm doing is surviving until I die. Just trying to keep myself occupied. 

 

As I stand before you, my eyes never leaving yours, the air thickens with anticipation. My hand reaches out, fingers brushing against your skin in a gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine.

"Allow me to show you true pleasure," I whisper, my voice husky and sensual, "the kind only a dominant can provide."

Your body responds instinctively, arching into my touch as if begging for more. And more is exactly what you shall receive.

My fingers trail along the curve of your neck, sending sparks of desire coursing through your veins. They delve deeper, tracing the contours of your décolletage with a slow, deliberate sensuality that makes your breath catch in your throat.

I can feel you tremble beneath my touch, a delicate balance between pleasure and anticipation. Your skin is like silk beneath my fingers, smooth and soft against my calloused palms.

My other hand finds its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer as I deepen our connection. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this dance of desire and passion.

You are mine, darling, and I shall take my time with you.

Erotic piece

 

As I stand before you, my eyes never straying from yours, a sense of calm washes over me. The world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us suspended in this moment of anticipation.

My fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as they trace the delicate curves and contours of your body. Each touch ignites a spark within you, fueling the fire that burns between us.

I take my time, savoring every moment, every sensation. Your body responds instinctively, arching into my touch with an abandon that is both beautiful and intoxicating.

The air is thick with the scent of desire, a heady mix of lust and passion that threatens to consume us all. But I hold back, reluctant to surrender to the intensity of our connection just yet.

Instead, I continue to tease, to tantalize, to dance along your skin with my fingers as if tracing the lines of a map. Each touch is deliberate, each caress calculated to drive you higher and higher until we are both lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

And then, without warning, I stop. My fingers pause, hovering inches from your skin as I gaze into your eyes, challenging you to make the next move.

The room around us comes back into focus, the sound of our heavy breathing the only thing breaking the silence. It is a moment of pure tension, a moment of anticipation that stretches on forever until...

You lean in closer, your breath hot against my ear as you whisper something I long to hear. My heart skips a beat as I realize what it is... "I need you inside me."

I smile, knowing that the moment has arrived. With one swift motion, I push you down onto the bed and claim you with all the passion and intensity of our connection.

And with that, the world erupts into chaos as our bodies become one in a dance of pure ecstasy.

Opening up and why we don't

Women: Men need to be open about hurts and what affects them. They can't just shut down

Men: Well, I feel that we are mistreated because....

Women: Fuck you, you have no idea, it's sooooo much harder to be a woman.

Man shuts back down. 

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I know I'll lose followers over saying this, but it's a fact. Opening up about what gets to us just gets it thrown in our faces.