My Problem Is I Wanna Fuck After We Fucked Then Fuck Again & Again & Again

i miss him. i miss his voice. i miss his hands on me. i miss his skin on mine. i miss him.

my life feels so empty and dull without him being a part of my daily living. i love having him around, not necessarily doing anything but just having him with me and having him close.

His autistic swag and sad pathetic boyfailure tendencies captivated me.

Kinda need to have sex in a hot boxed car. Like I want to be hazily touching up on someone and every breath and pant is just getting us higher. To be surrounded by the heavy smell of weed, stuck in a cramped space, groping and pleasing each other through our clothes while everything feels so good.

I'm not jealous I just think you'd look prettier wearing my initial on a chain around your neck and covered with bruises and hickeys. It's perfectly reasonable

Getting high on his front step and shoving my tongue in his mouth to taste the smoke on his tongue

Which leads to making out and grabbing thighs and tangling fingers in hair while hoping we don’t get caught

Light a joint and blow your smoke into my mouth while you finger me :3

want to bite someone's lip while making out n we just carry-on handsy n steamy dispite the blood </3

lets makeout and smoke a blunt in an abandoned parking lot

sorry i came while grinding on u while we made out do u still want to fuck me?

I don’t think my boyfriend knows about the real genuine joy I feel every time I see a notification from him