thoughts about a boy

I want to hate you.

I want to hate you so bad because it will make it easier to not like you anymore.

I wish I hated you.

But I don’t.

I like you so so much.

I love you.

And I think about you every day.

Every hour, every minute, every second

My mind is always filled with thoughts of you.

Loving you, hating you, fucking you

It’s all just you.

And god do I want to fuck you.

I want to fuck you nice and slow, letting you feel every inch of my strapon. Slowly working you closer and closer to the edge as I hold you tight. I want to make you feel how much I love you because saying it is not enough. I want you to be on your back, so I can see all the gorgeous faces you make for me. I want to lean down close so I can hear all your beautiful moans right in my ear. I want to kiss you all over and leave hickies everywhere so you’re always reminded of how much I love you.

But I also want to hate you. I want to tie you down to the bed and choke you and pound into you until you’re crying and begging me to stop. I want to make you cum over and over and over again until nothing comes out. I want to stroke your cock after you cum until it hurts and you’re squirming away from me but I won’t stop. I won’t stop because I hate you and I don’t care if it feels good for you anymore, I just want to use you until I’m happy. I want to leave bites and cuts and scratches and deep dark bruises all over every inch of your skin. I want to spank you and humiliate you and break you down until you’re nothing but a slobbering, incoherent, sobbing mess. I want to fuck you so hard that you’re screaming in pleasure, mindless noises that you can’t control. I want to have you with me for nothing but sexual gratification. I want you to be there for me to fuck any time I want, no matter where or when. I want to fuck you in the car at the mall after I make you walk around with a toy vibrating inside of you for an hour. I want to make you cum at the dinner table with my friends there because I want to watch you try to hide your pleasure.

And I want to take care of you. I want to wipe away all your tears and kiss your cheeks and tell you that everything is okay because I’m here. I’m here and nothing bad is going to happen to you. I’m here and everything is okay now. I want to clean you up and lay you down in the bed. Bring you my sweater to wear and wrap you up in a giant blanket. I want to cuddle up next to you and stroke your hair as you fall asleep. I want to tell you how amazing you are and how much of a good boy you were for me.

My good boy.

I want to be yours. I want it to be just me and you in a nice little bubble where nothing can hurt us. I want to be wanted by you.

I hate you.

I hate you for making me love you.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jp0kmn/thoughts_about_a_boy