God, I love marking you. And, yes, it’s to show that you’re mine, but it’s more satisfying to know that you’ll see them there. That you’ll think of my mouth, my hands, my touch, my eyes on you. You are so incredible, and I just can’t believe I get to touch you. I get to be with you, like this; vulnerable. I can’t believe that I’ve been given that trust. I love marking you, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like I want to be closer, so much closer. I want to feel you. I crave you and your sounds, I crave to be something to you, with you. I crave to be remembered. It’s as much a fervent ‘I’m yours’ as it is a ‘you’re mine’.
i want a partner who would let me suck on their dick/toy lazily just because i want something in my mouth at the moment. playing a game? gimme please, i won’t be in your way. reading? i’ll look awful cute by your lamp light just beyond the edge of your page. lounging in bed? your tummy is soft to lay my head on so you can play with my hair and doze while you’re in my mouth. it’s a win-win, truly.
having fangs may not be a ‘‘‘necessary’’’ or ‘‘‘wise’’’ addition to my physiology but it would be very, very sexy and therefore i think i deserve them regardless,
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