I hear them first, the heavy footfalls. He’s looking for me but doesn’t know I’m hiding. My heart is pounding so hard, I fear it alone will give me away. Then I see his feet from where I’m nestled quietly, he steps in, pauses, moves slowly around to my right, and then again to my left.
I almost giggle. I shouldn’t giggle. He’ll surely find me if I giggle, so I cover my mouth. It’s not that I worry what he’ll do if he finds me, it’s not that I’m afraid of him.
It’s the rush of the hide and hunt. It’s not just playful, it’s primal.
It’s driven by a need so deep, it brings out ancient things within us.
My body reacts as he inches closer, unaware I’m beneath the bed he’s now leaning against. My skin is flushed, muscles taut, my lungs react with shallow yet quick breaths, quiet ones so as not to be spotted. My heart, oh my heart, I can hardly control it.
I mustn’t be caught. I mustn’t become prey. What would happen should this agile hunter grab me? That’s when I realize, in an effort not to make a noise, I turned my head away for just a second, and now I can’t find his feet.
Where are his feet?
Where could he have gone so swiftly?
My heart leaps into my throat and something like actual fear flushes through me like a bitter drink. I am on full alert, senses aroused so sharply it almost hurts.
That’s when he jumps.
Down from the top of the bed, he jumps, lands low, takes a swift hold of my ankles and unceremoniously rips his prey from its hiding place. My squeal is all too real, as I roll onto my back from the way he yanked my legs.
He towers over me, smirking as he does.
I’m frozen, breath hitching as it does.
“You almost worried me. I think I’ll make you pay for that.” And with a warmer smile, he pulls my wrists so I sit and tosses me up onto his shoulder before immediately throwing me back to the bed.
Listen. What app di i need to down load to get paid to bully men?? Im being so fcking fr rn too. Im just out here doing it FOR FREE and a Goddess like myself is ready to get paid for such services.
A good slut loves a good finger fuck.
Up to your knuckles in me as you curl and caress the wall that makes me wilt. Writhing in the palm of your hand. My hips tilting, my way of saying I want more. But you withdraw. Peppering kisses over my ass and slit before you slip back in.
@ImBreckWorsham And I guarantee you voted for him BOTH times. And honestly? I'd bet if he was able to run again and he was your only conservative option, you'd vote for him a 3rd time. Your apologies mean nothing. Its far too late for some empty apologies. Thoughts and prayers, though🙏 🙄
@ImBreckWorsham No, you DID vote for this man. He's shown us the whole entire time who he is. Yall just let your hate for the left and love for the right blind you. Because yes. We did scream it from rooftops. We shared facts. We pointed out every creepy thing he said and did.
Sometimes I accidentally accept the bare minimum trying to be considerate of what others are going through & that is a habit I need to let go of expeditiously
Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a person who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.
I'm an actual romantic. I want it all. Corny letters, long paragraphs professing ur love for me, dates, handholding, everything! I hate the normalized idea of bare minimum I want a reckless love story. I want to be loved loudly & unapologetically. None of that half-hearted energy