tw // somno
there's something about someone not being able to control themselves around your unconscious self, letting their hands roam your body, kissing you or going even further and maybe finger you or fuck you
When you’re finally in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, breathing in his scent, and suddenly your mind goes quiet everything feels calm, safe, and at peace.
Admit it, you’re addicted. You love having no control. You love being used, and being someone’s object. Your desires trap you, filling your mind with nothing but the need to submit.