In the mood for...

In the mood for what I HAD in my past but me being a better person to deal with it!
 
C'est possible.
I'm not very good at answering anything.

But. Suit.
And a sense of humor and really.. I just couldn't help myself.

Sooo.... what's next?

A note? A whisper? A passing stranger who looks into your eyes a bit longer than he should have? Making sugar cookies? :)
 
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In the mood for lasagna and sleep.

Why lasagna?

Because it's amazing.

Why sleep?

Because I can.

Night Lit.
 
Words that fit

Flaying the flesh from a willing or unwilling victim.
Blood...not rivers but runnels, driplets, droplets.
Screams until breath is gone, til words are impossible.
The thing that makes thought improbable.

I want sex that ends with scratching, screaming, barely breathing, bruised and crying, satisfying. I want to be that thing that takes someone outside of their comfort zone, so fast, so far that they no longer know when or where they will end up next.

I want to break someone, reform them, cause them to quiver, sigh, fall apart.

I want a victim and THAT is what I am in the mood for.
 
Words that fit

Flaying the flesh from a willing or unwilling victim.
Blood...not rivers but runnels, driplets, droplets.
Screams until breath is gone, til words are impossible.
The thing that makes thought improbable.

I want sex that ends with scratching, screaming, barely breathing, bruised and crying, satisfying. I want to be that thing that takes someone outside of their comfort zone, so fast, so far that they no longer know when or where they will end up next.

I want to break someone, reform them, cause them to quiver, sigh, fall apart.

I want a victim and THAT is what I am in the mood for.



Funny.
I'm in the mood to have some of that done to me.
(Please don't shred my skin)
 
Funny.
I'm in the mood to have some of that done to me.
(Please don't shred my skin)

stalks close to a Fox, honey brown eyes focused on pretty paleness.

Could I chew on it, at least?

Flash of bright white teeth and dimpled grin.
 
stalks close to a Fox, honey brown eyes focused on pretty paleness.

Could I chew on it, at least?

Flash of bright white teeth and dimpled grin.

Chewing is one thing, Miss Luna.
Taking souvenirs, another.

Love bites and clawmarks, welts and bruises... Happy little red lines...

*whispers* all those can be left in wonderful places.
 
Chewing is one thing, Miss Luna.
Taking souvenirs, another.

Love bites and clawmarks, welts and bruises... Happy little red lines...

*whispers* all those can be left in wonderful places.

Nods

I have been known to leave them...a time or two...

whispers

three or four...

Nods again

Luckily for you...all I would wanna do on your flesh...is chew...
leave bruises in the shape of my fingertips...
long leisurely lines of fire along your flank.
Sharp white teeth buried in the line of your shoulder...
but I will settle for chew.
 
Nods

I have been known to leave them...a time or two...

whispers

three or four...

Nods again

Luckily for you...all I would wanna do on your flesh...is chew...
leave bruises in the shape of my fingertips...
long leisurely lines of fire along your flank.
Sharp white teeth buried in the line of your shoulder...
but I will settle for chew.



*smiles and shivers and nods along too*
Just understand I like to nip back... Not hard. Thankful. More than a kiss. Marks of appreciation.

I whimper and I howl. I moan and I croon.
I might beg you to stop. Or I may plead to never end it...
Make me ache every where, but the biggest ache being the one that wants more.

I want to be the shivering ball of happy confused tears that hurts in the greatest of ways at your feet.
 
*smiles and shivers and nods along too*
Just understand I like to nip back... Not hard. Thankful. More than a kiss. Marks of appreciation.

I whimper and I howl. I moan and I croon.
I might beg you to stop. Or I may plead to never end it...
Make me ache every where, but the biggest ache being the one that wants more.

I want to be the shivering ball of happy confused tears that hurts in the greatest of ways at your feet.

*feral smile*

I like bites...and scratch marks and whimper, moan, cries that echo...and pleading...

I love pleading.

So sure...you can do all of those things back, love. I have no problem with any of it, trust me.

Because at the end of it all...when your legs are shaking and your breath is caught in your throat and you can't even think about saying please or more and thank you...

I will slowly and thoroughly start...ALL over...

because nothing sates a rage like a woman in panic/pain/pleasure overload.
 
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