Don’t be fooled


I couldn’t wait any longer. I dove in for a kiss. Her lips met mine. Taste of honey dew I can lick for days. Her tongue fucking amazing dancing in my mouth. I try to lasso it with mine meanwhile suck the tip. Deliciously vulgar, raw. Thrusting my hips; I want inside her. I’m forbidden bc she’s off limits. She tells me she’s going to ravish me. I’m the pillow princess tonight. Her hands kneading my body as if I am dough. She’s rolling me and sampling her spread.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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