There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. -Ernest Hemingway

[sallyyyy]

Last night I tossed around, bare and wrapped in long sheets, thinking of all the ways I wanted to kiss you. All the places I wanted to kiss you. I wanted you to be there with me, so badly, bare and twisted up with me... moving your calloused hands across my soft hip bones, pushing my shirt up my side. I wanted to burrow my head into the bends

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[_raison_detre]

You should consider a career in adult erotic fiction. I think it's your thing.

[sallyyyy]

You're an asshole. This wasn't supposed to be grody and "erotic". It was supposed to be sweet.