There’s a journey of long slow licks and kisses that would begin at the ankles, linger on the softness of the inner thighs. Your scent would fill the room, your juices puddle on the bed. You would initially be defiant and try to resist, but eventually the feel of my lips, the questing of my tongue, even your ineffectual struggles against the restraint would break you down. Even the knowledge you were helpless to stop being turned on, would excite you even more. You try not to beg; you really do, but in the end the ache in your cunt, overrides all sense of reason and you must have my mouth on your clit.
Asked by justslightlyderanged
The house is silent, just like my thoughts.
For once, my brain is slowing down from developing millions of thoughts to just one thought.
The thought of tonight being my last night here on Earth.
I’m tired of pretending I’m getting better, because I’m not.
So goodbye cruel world.
I can’t stop crying. I feel like I’m about to die….I just wanna be truly happy! I need someone to talk to….. I can’t take it anymore. The ringing in my ears won’t stop, I’m shaking so hard…..I don’t wanna die and I don’t wanna crazy! I’m so scared….please I need some help….I’m just so done….