feeling that deep ache that won't go away rn, Durban – 27

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This heavy throb has taken over, making every position shift feel charged and needy. Imagining someone detailing how they'd spread me open slow then drive in deep, holding there while I adjust and beg silently. The talk of slick friction, building speed until breaths turn ragged and desperate. We could explore fantasies about being flipped over, legs pushed wide for better access, every thrust described in raw detail. Love when the language gets crude and unfiltered, painting pictures of sweat, gasps, the wet sounds filling the air. Edging the scene longer, drawing out the tension until release feels inevitable and massive. My body's responding just to the mental replay, getting warmer and slicker with each passing minute. Sinking deeper into the haze where nothing else exists but the next dirty word and the rush it brings.