16 year old trying to make my way through high-school and multiple fandoms.
You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me
I’m Not Ignoring You I Just Don’t Know What To Say: a sequel by me
I Feel Like I have Nothing Interesting To Say So I Don’t Say Anything At All And I’m Really Sorry Don’t Stop Talking To Me: the trilogy.
I FEEL LIKE YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT, ANON.
i feel like there might be some sweet breathless moans. maybe a bit of soft panting against warm sex-sweaty skin. also humming, yes. slow thorough dicking eliciting long strings of delightful little mewls. and then tiny broken pleas but mostly just hiccuping for air you know. when he’s on his belly. all sweet and warm and spread out. headboard banging into the wall and body squishy soft and small beneath broad shoulders and strong arms. butt jiggling. maybe some sobbing. the happy kind. kind of. maybe more the needy kind. and then after. all boneless and plush and sleep-warm. a tiny dessert for u to eat. yelling out when soft lips press against him. SO SENSITIVE. wet little hiccups. more coming. GOOD THINGS…..
Sandhya just goes and makes two good dresses in one day. Everyone’s salty that she got more money as if they didn’t have the same opportunity to ask. It’s a competition you go and get it