Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.
You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.
It’s not about being “good in bed.”
It’s about being happy.
One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.
What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.
Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.
Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.
I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.
I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.
Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.
I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.
“Good in bed,” what.
You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.
Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.
There’s so many things I want to tell you, but I know you don’t care. I want to say so much and have you listen, but I know an argument will become the outcome. If you only knew just how much you’ve impacted my life for the better…how much I need you. Especially right now.
You’re all I think about, dream about, hear about, talk about. The only woman I long for. Miss sorely. Yet you can’t see it behind this sadness, this rage, these tears, this blood I shed for you. That is what pisses me off. Then I’m saddened because I’m left, abandoned, and heartbroken with nowhere to go because I gave you my everything. I’m lost. So, so lost in this dark prison I enclosed myself in.
How the hell we fit together so quickly still amazes me. I want you. It’s all so wrong, but just sooo right. So what if you’re still in SD. You need to tell him to go, because you’ve got someone else that makes you happy.