#cant help it
i haven’t done a serious self portrait in at least a decade and boy am i feeling it rn mr. krabs.
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Bamboozled
He confused her. Made her confuse herself. He put her in a limbo between two extremes, and then forced her to hang between both of them, unable to commit to either, drawn to both, and pulled tight against the fence between. She pushed him away. She pulled him to her. He was a tormentor. He was a lover.
The way his hands ran over her made her want to run away. They were dangerous. Fingers digging into her skin, leaving behind light marks, little depressions that she knew would disappear within a minute, but for now felt very real, very present. They roamed across her body like pillaging vikings, claiming everything they could take, and destroying the rest. It was like a she was being razed.
The way his hands ran over her made her want to be right here, in this moment, forever. They were safe. Fingers clinging to her like she was a liferaft, needing her just as much as she needed him. His palms ran over her body voraciously, like they were claiming each and every inch. It was like a purging, a cleansing fire that was conceiving her anew.
Contradictions in his every movement, that was the problem. The way his lips felt against hers was simultaneously possessive and liberating. The way he forced his shaft into her mouth was terrifying and thrilling, making her want to rail against his presumption and bow to his will. It was infuriating.
Confusion between what she wanted to do, what she should do. She didn’t feel as though her brain and her body were fighting one another, but as if every atom in her body was pulling away from the one next to her, a breakdown of internal communication on a molecular level. Her brain was in two minds, her body was in twin desires. Everything was struggling against itself, and she felt like she was being torn apart.
The only problem was she also felt like she was bring put back together, built anew.
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Spooning? More like let’s see how much “accidental” booty wiggling it takes to get him hard.
If this ain’t me lmfao
Hi Ben Dalhous…where have you been? And how am I only finding out about you now……moot questions now….
….yup
