There. I said it. I really love it. In a dirty, sexy, deep and full way. I love it because it's usually a newthing to her, it doesn't have to be dangerous, it sparks debate (and my brain likes that), it CAN feel good for her most definitely, I would stop immediately if it hurt here because I'm a gentleman, and it doesn't make you a pervert. In fact, nothing is perverted. NOTHING at all. I'm thinking of several members of my old church for some reason. It might be because they're gorgeous human beings and I find them sexy just generally across the board but will probably never gain the gumption to do anything about dat - even though I did have a flash of an alternate reality where we were both just a little closer towards vibrational POOMFPH. But I'll make do with this one - even though I just altered the one and only one of my individuation of the ultimate one, I'm still here and my feet are twitching.
I also love rough sex. In a very particular way. I love feeling on fire, deep burning passion up all over my body, which I want to celebrate, not as this bestial violent, deviant animal lurking in me (that is to say, weird shit freaks me out but dominance and a little pain are actually good for you) but as a sensual person instead. It seems only women can get away with saying that word, and not pasty white middle class nerds with bad fashion sense. But it's the best word I got. Like I would enjoy slowly throttling my love...to a gentlemanly limit of course. For some reason I want to think of the love of my life as a classy, educated upperclass girl, and I her charioteer? (lawl), that is , until she's not.
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