❤️ 🫂 Naked Cuddles 🫂 ❤️ (F4A) (Autistic Girlfriend Comes Home Overstimulated) (Needs to be Naked & Quiet with You)

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Oof. Hello. Is it possible to be up and down at the same time? I guess that's how I feel.

I am overstimulated and done. Oh, nothing and everything. Just nobody said anything to me.

Nobody was mean to me, but it was just all these little things, and it's. .. Oh, I think we need to close all these.

Thank you. I've had enough of natural daylight today, and thank you, and I am gonna have to take this bra off, or I'm going to strangle someone. And this t-shirt can go.

And these trousers. Okay. Yeah, it's just.

.. It's so annoying being as sensitive as a sponge. And you just go through life sucking up all these sounds and feelings and thoughts, and you're just like, oh, I'm going to scream, or explode, or both.

Oh, thank you. I'm okay. I just feel everything, and it's annoying and time-consuming and exhausting.

Oh? What are you doing? You don't have to get naked as well.

Oh, that's not compulsory. Okay. That actually feels really nice.

Can we please transfer this to laying down on the sofa? Thank you. Oh, you must really love me laying with you, little spoon.

Hmm. I'm not meant to go outside, I've decided. I always felt that way in school, and then I thought, it's just a phase, or, you know, I'm just lazy.

And I would feel such relief when I came home, and I could go to my room, and I could just shut out all the light and the noise, and I could just read or listen to my music, and I just felt so. .. I'm going to sound really deaf, but I felt really alive and happy, and like I was recharging.

And nobody's eyes on me, and no traffic, and no smells, and no arguing, and no. .. I'm sorry I'm like this.

I don't know. I'm doing a disservice to other autistic people. It's so annoying, and you feel annoying, and then when you're being so patient and lovely, it's like, oh my god, you are so annoying, you are so lucky to have them, they're going to leave, because this is exhausting.

And now I'm just spiraling into self-pity. Oh, okay, you let me have that one. I know, enough now.

Are you tickling my back? Mmm. ..

Ah. .. Mmm.

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Ah. .. Ah.

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Ah. .. Ah.

.. Thank you for being a good egg. Mmm.

.. Maybe that's too simple, actually. Maybe you're a good omelette.

Mmm. .. You're like a couple of good eggs, all smashed and scrambled together, and then put in the frying pan and bosh.

You're a good omelette. Mmm. ..

Mmm. .. Mmm.

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Mmm. .. You're going to make my heart melt.

You being all, we don't ever have to apologize for how you feel. Because that's kind of the exact opposite that I've been told all my life. You know, stop being so sensitive.

God, not everything's about you. She just wants attention, and it's like that's actually the exact opposite of what I want. I wish to never be perceived by anybody apart from you and my family.

I'm not doing it for attention, I'm doing it because I have a developmental disorder. And it is not sexy or quirky or manic pixie dream girl. There is nothing about me that is fun and alternative.

It is just. .. Too much, all at once, all the time.

Mm-hmm. Mmm. ..

Mmm. .. You're gonna make my teeth rot.

Being so sweet. You. ..

I don't need a manic pixie dream girl, just you. You're a smooth, caring, decent human being. There was a backhanded insult in there somewhere.

There was a backhanded insult in there somewhere. There was a backhanded insult in there somewhere. Mmm.

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.. Can I give you a genuine compliment without it sounding patronizing? Can I give you a genuine compliment without it sounding patronizing? Can I give you a genuine compliment without it sounding patronizing? Oh, that was more a question to myself, because sometimes when I give a genuine compliment, people are like, it's so patronizing.

It's like, no, I genuinely just thought that was a good idea. It's like when someone says something clever, and then I say, oh, that was so clever. People sometimes think I'm making fun of them, and I'm not at all.

So, can I give you a genuine compliment that is very genuine, sincere, and not patronizing? Okay. I really appreciate that you don't pressure me into sex.

And I know that's probably the barrel of the bare minimum, but I hear a lot of horror stories, especially with people that I know that are neurodivergent, because obviously everything can be overstimulating, especially physical intimacy, and especially achieving an orgasm, because you've got so many thoughts and feelings penetrating your body all at once. And so many people I know have just been told, you know, you have to just do it, that's part of being in a relationship, and it's like, but if I don't want to, and it doesn't feel good when I'm overstimulated, and I can't feel good in the moment, then I don't want to do it. And when I don't want to do it, it has nothing to do with you.

I couldn't get there myself on my own. I just don't want to have sex if I don't want to have sex, because I see so many people being forced to do things they don't want to do, and just being told to suck it up, and it's just another example of being told, you're too sensitive, get on with it, you're such an attention seeker, and nobody cares, you're not special, and it's like, I never said I was. I don't think I am, I just, be nice if I got some this week, or, you know, just stupid things like that, and just being passive aggressive about something that's really personal, and making it seem like a demand, and of course, because of my pathological demand avoidance, that would just make it even worse, so, sincerely, thank you for being kind.

You're welcome. I really do love you. I just find everything too much.

I had that horrible experience, the first time, where he was just like, well, we've gone this far, so far, so, I don't think people realize that pressuring people is a form of assault. They're like, no, you agreed to it, because thus far, and you're naked, and it's like, but I can change my mind, I can think, actually, this is too much, can we stop?