Author: bongwater42O

note: silly thought of my bf while I’m in the shower living it up.

he didn’t know how to turn on my shower, of course I wasn’t even undressed yet, his confidence was nothing like mine. I was nervous, even if he had kissed every inch of me I was still so new to it. I bent over to reach for the tap when I felt a strong grip meet my hips, he had started grinding into me. edging me on to it, I slowly began to fully stand against him, he gave in holding my hips closely to his. I’ll admit I was desperate, he made me so desperate for every ounce of his being. I hated sharing his attention, his time, I needed him just so I could exist, I would do anything he asked, maybe he wouldn’t even have to ask, a simple command would be all I needed to please him.

note: kinda sappy and written all without being checked over or anything so any advice is appreciated, wrote it all in one go on reddit so don’t judge.

it was a small dinner, containing my 3 sisters, father and mother, and him and I, all so they could gaze at the beauty I found. it was a cool day, the sun fading away, everyone outside with eachother, the music was meaningless to everyone but us, we danced on the pavement as everything finished cooking. it was all planned by me. my last chance to have a purpose in a family I mattered so little to.

that’s what made him so special, I didn’t matter so little, I was a goddess in his eyes, I was his will to live. his reason to end if I ever asked, I was everything a person ever dared to be to another. he followed me around the house hand in hand,I was nervous and he knew he had to stick by me or I’d lose it. Read more »

notes: this is just little ideas I came up with, I will probably add more to this post through edits but for now here’s what I have!

each separation is the start of a new idea btw.

I laid on my back like usual, we loved watching eachother, admiring our reactions, but this time was different. we hadn’t seen each other in a while and I was beginning to think all his whining about missing me was for show. till he got his hands on me. his hands dug into my hips with a tough grip. it was going to leave a bruise and I was fine with that. he sat up instead of leaning over me, he was focused on making every bit count, he looked up at me face every now and again just to start going harder into me. seeing how my reaction got bigger each time. I was close to begging, I just wanted him inside me. I want him to coat my insides with himself. I want to be his. I want to wear his marks like jewelry. my skin was an empty canvas and I wanted him to paint it all. Read more »