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Begging somebody to stop because it’s too much, it feels too good it hurts so much I cant handle it anymore, only for them to grin down at me and tease me that “None of that sounded like our safeword baby~” before redoubling their efforts to break me completely…😵‍💫

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yeah there IS something really hot about rubbing a girl's clit over their panties. they wanna feel your hands directly on them but the fabric gives such delicious friction.

"shit, you're so wet. your panties are fucking soaked through. is this how you touch yourself when you're alone? over your panties and under the blanket because you're too shy to take them off? because it feels so good with your panties clinging to your cunt and rubbing against your clit?"

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lazily eating pussy and edging them does anyone else know what im talking about. having their legs spread open for me, so obedient, cunt twitching from the cold air and the anticipation but im just torturous with it. kneeling down like im about to devour them but instead i just give small gentle licks and blow little puffs of air against their clit. go to tongue their hole but only just barely dipping it in. i latch my lips around their clit and i don't even suck. just feel how they're writhing under me and how their clit is throbbing in my mouth.

best thing is me laying my head against their thigh, mindlessly scrolling on my phone as they're still desperate for me. every so often i reach my hand up and rub their cunt for a bit or i turn over and lap at their clit. keep them needy and edging for me. good girl isn't even tied up, they just have to stay still and resist for me allll on their own <3

"hey baby, look at this cute post i- oh right, let's keep that pussy wet for me. lemme just reach over and yeah, stay still, that's good. aw fuck, you're crying, that's cute. you wanna cum? good girl wants to cum? is your brain broken and foggy and your cunt is aching so bad? just a little longer okay? i promise <3"

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The Cycle

I fall first. Down into the heavy quiet. The world dulls to grey, and I disappear into it.

Every movement is a chore. Every thought is a weight. I wonder if I’ll ever feel alive again.

Then, suddenly, I do.

Too alive.

The world sharpens into bright colours. I feel brilliant, electric, like the universe is finally letting me in on its secrets. Sleep is irrelevant. Hunger is forgotten.

I am unstoppable

until I’m not.

The fire burns too hot. The colours blur. I crash into the ashes of myself again, burned out, brittle, back in the quiet grey.

And the cycle waits, patient, for me to fall or rise again.

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Your emotions are real, but they aren't necessarily accurate.

A trigger can make you feel abandoned or attacked, even if you aren’t. Validate the feeling, then question the story it’s telling. This can help you take back control of your reactions.

Reminding myself that feelings aren’t facts has saved me a few times.

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I can't stand people who take everything personally. I wasn't even upset at them—at least not until they made it about themselves.

And now, I'm the one expected to do the comforting. To tell them it's not their fault, and they did nothing wrong.

When will people realize not everything has to be about them, and assuming everything is their fault is mad annoying?

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When we tell someone we love, “you don’t care about me,” we usually mean “I feel scared and unloved right now.”

But what they often hear is “you’re the kind of person who would fake caring about me.”

That’s a hard thing for anyone to sit with.

It can feel like their love, effort, and good intentions are being erased.

It doesn’t mean your pain isn’t real.

It is real.

But the way we express it can either build a bridge or burn one.

Next time, try to share the feeling underneath:

• “I feel forgotten.”

• “I need reassurance.”

• “I feel scared and small right now.”

You’re not bad for needing love.

You’re human.

And learning to show your heart without accusations can make love feel safer for everyone.

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I used to lash out and say things like, “You don’t care about me” when I was hurting.

At the time, I felt abandoned and desperate for reassurance. And I didn’t understand why people kept leaving. They must never have cared if they could leave, right? At least that’s what I told myself.

But then I experienced it from the other side.

I loved someone deeply, and they told me I didn’t care. It broke my heart. And I’d do so much to prove my love and they’d always cycle back to this. I knew it didn’t come from a bad place but it stung and I had to create distance from them.

When we accuse people we love of not caring, it often comes from our pain. But it also hurts them, because they do care. Sometimes, our fear of being unloved can make us push away the very people who love us most.

If this is something you struggle with, try pausing and expressing the feeling underneath:

Instead of “You don’t care about me”

Try “I feel really scared and alone right now”

Your feelings are valid.

But so are theirs.

Communicating your pain without accusations can protect the connection you want to keep.

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As a dismissive avoidant, I tend to prefer and thrive in physical intimacy because it's the only kind of intimacy I can tolerate. It's direct, uncomplicated, and doesn't demand vulnerability in the same way emotional closeness does.

Funny how emotional vulnerability makes me feel more exposed than being physically naked. Like, yes, I'll strip for you without flinching, but ask me to talk about what has hurt me and I'll run away.

So when someone asks if it ever gets lonely being this way, I never really know how to answer. If by "lonely" you mean lacking company, then no. My bed is always warm.

Bottom line: I'll choose friends with benefits over committed relationships any day. It's just easier that way: no strings, no expectations, no room for disappointment.

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I physically can't cry in front of others because I'm psychologically wired to always be the "strong one."

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Life lesson: If you don't know anything, do not comment or give a piece of your mind about it. It will just be taken negatively.

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honest to god dry humping is so hot. bending a girl over against a wall with my hands at their hips and slamming into their ass, fully clothed. the only stimulation that's there is the feeling of me rutting against them, my jeans dragging against their skirt. but they're moaning like they really do have a strap in them, like we're naked and im inside them, and it's just from the motion of me fucking them. from the thought of it. i try to unbuckle my pants and flip open their skirt but they reach their hands back to keep me there, fully clothed, just humping them because it feels too good and if i stop for just a single moment they'll start crying from it being missing.

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Inevitable ⭐️

Like fingers of softened rust

Over cut cotton

Where our hands touched

The room momentarily forgotten

And our place on the chess board,

Non-existent when it's us

Like a rush of hot water

As the boiler combust

And our eyes locked together

Like two prisoners in a cell

Hostage feeling for the taking

And it's breaking just as well

And no matter how it goes,

What I do,

Who I tell,

I'll remember it forever,

How your eyes would compel.💫