I still fucking want you. Just the same as so many months ago….
I like Fucking.
Lots and lots of it.
Lots and lots and lots of fucking.
Sometimes, I just can’t stop thinking about it.
A lot of times, I can’t not think about it.
Yeah, ALL THE TIME!
You know, in the shower in the morning, while I’m making breakfast, in the car on the way to work, at work while I’m doing perfectly mundane things, in the bathroom… While I sit here, doing boring ass paperwork… Well, you get the idea.
It’s pretty much constant.
It’s kind of pathetic. And I’m kind of miserable, in a mid-life-crisis sort of way.
So, what can you do to make me happy? What do I need? What do I want?
I want you.
I want you to do bad things to me.
I want you to push me to my knees and fuck my mouth.
I want to be tired or…
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Reblogged this on Collared Good Girl and commented:
This is perfect. Exactly how I feel about Sir.