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She holds me tight in her sleep

Won't let me go

Not even unconsciously

Oh, that smile tho

I stole the first kiss but she wanted to give it

I stole her heart when others mistreated it

I'll take every ounce of her crazy and build something amazing with it

Oh, joy makes her sing

Overflowing with euphoria

Life's like a sweet melody

and we're dancing with glory oh

I stole the first kiss but she wanted to give it

I stole her heart when others mistreated it

I'll take every ounce of her crazy and build something amazing with all the love that emanates out of my baby.

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No one really knows you. They know their own version of you.

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Too tired to sleep... Too horny to stop doom scrolling

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I could stare at these all day

🦋

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feeling myself when I'd rather be feeling you

#selfie #topless #horny

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ive been reading a book that basically explains how so-called “brain differences” between the genders is the result of gendered socialization and not the cause of it. i honestly expected the book to be very cis-centric but its actually the opposite, the author stresses that testimony from trans ppl is actually indispensable because we’ve, in a sense, “lived both experiences”

more cis feminists should have this mindset

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She wore my bowtie proudly; proclaiming to the world that she was mine. The way it clashed with her outfit melted my defenses and placed my entire heart in her loving hands. She gives me the power of an emperor but what's a king of the world to a goddess?

I am blessed.

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Ex is getting sexual, she's pretending this is casual but I can smell the urge to put it all back together. Gradually spider webs weave heart shaped traps silently between storms and fair weather friends on consensual weekends. I'm trying to be nice, and not give her the cold shoulder but she's turned a new leaf over: the kink's gotten a hold of her. I had a plan but god damn I'm just a man and she knows the lust has more power than I can comprehend. A blow job is mightier than any sword or any pen. Once again; she slays me poetically, orally, in cursive calligraphy. I'd be swearing up and down while the brain she gives takes some of my soul out of me. I love it when the light goes out, my mind gets clouded, and I can feel without a doubt that a little bit more of my consciousness drowned. Will it ever be found? I moved out of town, does that mean I have to turn her down to move on? Is that even allowed?

In response to the big blue nope, I grabbed a rope, tied the bitch up and came home. Not for good because I know I shouldn't, I told myself I wouldn't, but it seems I'm lacking in discipline. I need to give up control and submit to the feminine. She spanked me again but she doesn't have the energy to keep it up till the end so I came back around and invited a friend hoping to alleviate the tension between the two of them... I might have finally pushed her too far out to maintain the spin and before I can't be found I'm just gonna call this the end

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2 days ago I made the toughest move of my life so far: I broke up with the person I was half committed to and half already pulled apart from. Yesterday would have been our 8 year anniversary. She's still a wonderful person and I'm fortunate to have so many beautiful memories but we were growing distant and the thought of separating was eating me alive. There has been a lot of pain and discomfort these past cpl days but I know her life is looking bright and mine will get so much better soon.

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bottle it up bottle it in

and let me begin

to over contemplate

procrastinate

and spiral downwards again

self worthless I don't deserve this

moment of bliss

in the company of the goddess

I only have the right words

when I'm solitary

it's absurd

the way my brain won't work

in your proximity

I just need you to give it to me:

attention, affection, or a trip to the cemetery

I've got too many feelings

to begin to start dealing

if you don't want to see me revealing

emotions, where my soul lives,

or the thoughts that I'm concealing

turn me down, turn me down

just don't put hope under my crown

and turn me down, turn me down

just don't put hope under my crown

and turn me down, turn me down

I've imagined more lives than Dr. Strange's timelines

and keep coming back to drunken nights

behind your tail lights

making noise, feeling right

before the long kiss goodbye

but it turns out I'm

...passing out

So turn me down, turn me down

just don't put hope under my crown

and turn me down, turn me down

just don't put hope under my crown

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POV: I came to rescue you from the bathroom floor but all my clothes disappeared...

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I wrote the bartender a song, it went something like; "let me lick you from head to toe, let me make your pain go away"

She hid like I was out of style, she shied away from me for a while, but then something changed. It was like the stars rearranged and her brain turned to a new page. I couldn't scare her away...

Black rim glasses on her nose, getting foggy from how close her lips are to mine. Mutual feelings exposed, proximity unwoven like our clothes now strewn all over the house.

I turned the song into prophecy and she came a dozen times for me. Those thick thighs shivering as they squeezed with ecstasy giving me just enough breath to experience euphoria in between. It's like I slipped into a fantasy, under her bedsheets where the whole world is moaning in rhythm to that thing I do with my tongue, and how I slow down when she says "I'm gonna come!" just to force her to feel it for what could be forever because I think it's fun.

Grabbing my hair, biting the pillow, curling her toes, begging for release.

Happy to oblige, I open her flood gates and the tension becomes elation as she melts in my mouth.

I consume her like she's my last meal and I know it.

I retrace happy trails from her hips to her lips with deep thoughts and plans to plug her into a pleasure matrix but she's already done the math and flips me over so fast I have no time to react.

"Now it's my turn" she whispers into my ear with a smirk so devilish I can't unhear it. I close my eyes and she takes me for the ride of my life. With soft touch and just enough biting to keep me guessing, my bartender has me squirming under her oral spellcraft.

Red lips engulf me in a wave of dopamine and adrenaline, coaxing every desire I can dream out of my throbbing heart into lipstick stains and bite marks all over my naked body. Every flick of her tongue takes me deeper into her dark forest, and there's a storm coming...

"Stop squirming baby... Do I need to tie you up?" She asks before giving me another tempting trill with her tongue.

"Yes, tie me up, you're too good to handle" I know I shouldn't, I know I'm in for a whole world of trouble, but I'm fully charmed and i can feel it.

*Click* "OK" *Click* She constricts my whole manhood with those red lips, and then slides off of it with a *pop* that makes me shiver. *Click. Click* And now I'm realizing that both my ankles are cuffed to the bed.

She mounts me, kisses me like she just orgasmed, and then cuffs my hands to the headboard. "I know you're not technically tied up, but you're also in no position to argue with me now my sweet" she says before making a quick adjustment to her glasses.

Like a witch with a brand new broomstick she rides me until she's too sore to take any more, unbinds me, and we drift into dream land with the rising of the new day.

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I killed the dog and then I killed myself, the dream felt so real as I took my last breath, "I've made too many mistakes, just take me hell" these words on repeat as my heartbeat fell, into silence while darkness took over reality and then boom I'm awake and this little guy is curled up next to me. I can't look at him the same this is how it feels to go insane I'm not crazy but I just took us both out at the same time all of a sudden we're both fine I can't look at him without remembering both of us died and the conviction I felt in my actions was unholy yet divine, I had try three times to put a bullet in the best boy I've ever met in this life I guess there's nothing too low for my mind to conjure up to torture the human inside. This existence is a trap and I've made too many mistakes, I want to get away but me and Yoshi aren't going to the same place. His ticket to heaven is guaranteed from birth and I've done nothing but work on going to the deepest gate of hell since I was put on this earth. I've made too many mistakes but taking the life on an animal isn't ok, innocence and violence go hand in hand like jack and jill, when Jack realizes he can capitalize on their size difference at the top of the hill. Consolation prizes left out for the losers, the winner takes whatever the winner wants and keeps moving, destination victory is an addiction that fuels its users, there's no motivation like the pain of refraining to take anything and everything because you didn't get into the circle of choosers, abusers, cheaters, lyers, and try harders. Better luck next time kid, you just gotta go farther. Every avenue comes with rewards at its own risk therefore you must choose to be who you are wisely, I've made so many mistakes that I think, the only circle I can get into next is at the core of my demons, I don't understand their messages and I refuse to hurt this defenseless creature, I'm gonna throw hands with who ever approved last night's feature. I might be crazy and sinful with a fetish for self destruction but the memory of 3 murderous attempts has changed my position. I don't want devils guiding my dream visions. It's time to climb out of this hell and accomplish some real missions. Can't kill myself and and then achieve anything so it's time to choose life choose myself and try hard my way to anything different that those dream schemes...

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She said I need therapy but she doesn't understand the why. I tell her my struggle but her ears are shut tight. Too busy talking over and around the details that I find so important and apologizing when she finally realizes that there's something she's missed. I don't get it, I've become comfortably numb, complacent, yet stressed. My means don't meet my desires halfway but I'm ready to put my shoes to the test and get to stepping.

I don't have a plan but I've got an escape route I'm packing everything I can, I won't ask for handouts. I'll beg borrow and steal every ounce of soul I can find between here and now to never let it go, until it appreciates and sells for more than it's weight in gold, then I'm hitting wall street like freight train out of control. Past the point of no return just pedal to the metal go go go. Looking back is a big no no, if I must say so, my only advice is to follow the flow. While the police patrol the streets I'm climbing in windows popping tabs open to get these tracks downloaded, I'd rob my own copyright to keep the show afloat and there's no crime in giving away merch for some nudity but advertising to normies is new to me.

Hi, I'm Jeremy. Shrinks are expensive but lyrics are free, so I'll hang my heart on puppet strings and let your mind do the thing.

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had to take a hike tonight. I'm fading into all the wrong vibes. I want to open up but it feels wrong to speak my mind. No one can save me when my symptoms seem fine. I have nowhere to go and I'm a failure. Again

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Hung out with some coworkers at a bar; two ladies I find immensely attractive. At one point they made a joke about blowjobs that killed me on the inside. I feel like I lost any shot I could have had because I had to walk away to keep any sort of composure. Also, I'm not some amazing conversationalist but it was nice to hangout with people. I'll be a bit sad if I don't find a way to get intimate with either of them but I'm also happy about the amount of time we spent just vibing. It reminds me that I don't come off as creepy.

I'm always horny tho... wtf!?! The amount of times I just want to go caveman on a bitch (who may or may not be into that...) in public makes me feel like I'm just not good at being an adult lol.

I feel like I'm always holding myself back and I hate it. Sometimes I just want to be an animal.

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I'd like to say I'm ok or maybe even just fine, but things are stacking up against me inside my own mind, the pressure is building I'm already 35, nothing has gone the way I'd planned, hoped, or counted on and everyone has failed me and this is very much including myself (ad nauseum). Stubbornness has unveiled only additional stress rinse and repeat until an ounce of will power isn't even left. no stain no spot no wrinkle in this brain it's been washed completely clean not necessarily of the truly obscene but more so of identity and intrigue I've lost connection to what makes me Jeremy. The worlds I've traveled through, the paths I've paved, it all seems to sum up to not much and that's ok, if it weren't for this nagging desire to be great, like I can really do a thing, whether its important to somebody, with which lives could be saved or discoveries made but I'm stuck in mediocrity, slave to my own fatigue and reaching out has never worked out for me. Who can I talk to when enough is never enough? Where can I run with ankles shanked up? I'm bleeding from an achilles heel the size of a heart that's neither too big nor too small, but christmas comes around and I'm still waiting to hear something hit the bottom of this maw. I feel like I'm only surface level trying dig deep with a plastic spoon locked up in a jail cell with an eventuality. my options are shut up and take it, or dig away till I'm free but I'm probably suffering nightly so why sleep? when I can plot murder while the big thing sleeps and at sunrise the alarm beeps but I'm far from free and I can't help but keep coming back to the corner when they leave me be and this plastic spoon cuts nice and deep when I've been digging since 2003 but will I really be free when the box opens up for me?

I don't even need a beat. suicide won't save me and I can't care less about anything.