"You're cute." Her hand, delicately placed under your chin, turns your head up to meet her gaze. "You'd be cuter digging into my hips..."
Her other hand's fingers snake between yours and tug it around her waist, filling your palm with pillowy heaven. "and overflowing with all this~"
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Her other hand's fingers snake between yours and tug it around her waist, filling your palm with pillowy heaven. "and overflowing with all this~"
(1/3)
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Lace brushes your fingertip.
"Not a thought left in that *unmentionable* little head but to hold me tight."
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Intoxicated, with fingers entangled in the delicate usurper to your rightful home, the words fall out of you.
And you're hers.
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For how much you compliment me, you nail the tone of someone eagerly leading you into the choice you already know you want to make. Stupendous work 🩷
(This is actually a repost from...THREE YEARS AGO? ...please ignore the doll wailing at the passage of time)
I think that’s when I first started writing, ough…
It's actually not that long, but I definitely went digging thinking "This was what, last year?"
nope
bug brain ;-;