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No matter who passes by

No matter who I see

Whoever comes up

And tries to talk to me

I will only love you

And That’s how it will forever be.

Reblogged from playintraffic-whore  3 notes

obviii:

You wouldn’t feel like shit if you’d let me talk to you and help you feel better. What’s the point of being my best friend if you don’t even text me back? Nothing is your fault, at all. And I want to try and help you realize that, but I refuse to keep texting you when you never text me back. Stop pushing me away and let me be there for you. I know what you’re going through. I CAN help.

I wonder if anybody’s actually had feelings for me, like actually got upset or mad over little things I did and got jealous and confused over me and thought about me on a regular basis. I feel like I’m the only person that ever really cares about anyone and that nobody’s ever felt that way for me.

I want to hear her pleasured screams
To leave my mark on her and Make sure she never forgets
To look her in the eyes as her body’s trembling
and trying to distract my eyes from concentration.
To pull her hair As her back arches from pleasure
while she grabs me to come in closer
I just want to press our warm bodies against eachother
get closer inside
until she can’t help but moan for more.