when sex is your antidepressant

4everQuixotic,

my body is aching for passion. passion with you. my body needs to be touched. fuck my mind. i mean really – fuck my mind. who cares? just touch me.

sounds i want to hear:
creaking of my bed
my nails scraping the walls.
praises
smacks
curses

nothing of substance
white noise

Published by 4everQuixotic

I know you've heard this before but there are people in my head. A few of them are good and then there are the bad ones too. Together we muse quite often on the absurdities of life. This is our minutes of meetings.

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