i like ppl who can talk about sex, lust, nd their freaky side, then switch to human psychology, existentialism, and the absurdity of life in the same conversation.
She’s clinging to me like I’m her only anchor—arms wrapped tight, nails digging into my shoulders, whole body trembling as I edge her slow, pulling her right to the edge then stopping, over and over. Her broken little pleas muffled against my neck: “Please… Daddy… let me…”