[Ramble] Expectations Be Damned...

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Baby, you know, I know I'm not supposed to have these thoughts about you on a daily basis. I know. I know that you've got other shit to do.

Like work, and family, and pets, and hobbies, and other friends. I know. I know that there are a lot more productive ways that you could use your time.

More philosophical ways, intellectual ways, but I can't help the fact that on a daily basis all I want to do is pin you to the wall and have my way with you. And I know it's not proper of me to have these thoughts racing through my head every day. I know.

But God, do I think about you all the time. I think about how you look sitting across the table from me. I think about how you look when you're in my arms.

And all I can think about is putting my hands all over you and making you feel dirty. But also making you feel like the most loved person in the world. I know that from the outside looking in I look like this girly girl who wears dresses and heels and makeup.

But I am so tired of everybody being proper. I am so tired of manners, what you should do, and the right way to act, and the right thing to say. It gets exhausting because the reality is while I look like the proper woman, a fine woman who knows her worth, who expects to be treated like a queen, like a goddess, like a princess even, the reality is I'm just a horny scoundrel at times.

It's a dichotomy that I've cultivated over the years, should we say. Knowing you that you're my girl, and you're beautiful, and you're so loved, but in the same breath calling you my dirty little slut and devouring you, not like something cutesy like a snack or dessert, but something vile and debaucherous. I want to make you feel like my hands are all over you even after it's over.

I want you to have to go take a shower later that day and feel like my fingerprints are just melted into your skin in the most carnal way possible. I think about waking you up from a nap or from sleep and disorienting you, putting my head between your legs right when you're half asleep so you're not exactly sure whether this is really happening or whether it's a dream. I want to disorient you.

I don't want you to know which way is up or down. I want you to just get lost because you have no idea the things I think about when it comes to you. You have no idea that when we're sitting at dinner or we're with friends how I just think about all the things that I want to do to you there or the things I want to do to you once I get you home, like how so many times I just want to take you in the kitchen, put you up on the counter, kiss you hard, run my hands all over you, pull you in close to me, make you tilt your head back, kiss your neck, bite it a bit so you wince, and either eat dinner right off your body right there right then on the counter or not giving a single fuck whether dinner burns.

You consume every single thought in my brain so much so that it might be alarming to others but I don't give a fuck. You drive me wild and the infuriating part is you don't even realize you do it. Even when I say you do, you have the fucking audacity to think I'm joking but oh, sweetheart, the things that I want to do to you because I understand there's not always a time and place like right now as I'm talking to you, all I want to do is go in the other room where you are, pick you up, throw you on the table, run my hands through your hair, kiss my way down your body as my hair slips across your body, across your nipples, and down your stomach as I bite each one of your inner thighs, eat you out, and I tease you just to the point where you're begging me for it to make you want it even more like when I'm teasing your clit and I feel how wet you are as you start writing my face gently at first, your clit getting swollen and hard in my mouth and your cum just dripping down my face, biting your thigh in between, listening to all your little moans and your breath and your movements as I decide to put my tongue in you as far as I can and it's at that moment when you're super wet for me but I haven't entered you yet so it's all just waiting right there and as I put my tongue further inside you and feel you squeeze around me, all your juices just flow onto my face and I want all of it, I look at all of willingly, you taste like honey and cinnamon, it's the most delicious thing in the world to me, I lie awake at night knowing you're asleep but wanting nothing more than to just wake you up but I know I'm not supposed to because work and life and other things that take up your time that require you to need sleep, unfortunately for you I'm a night owl and my best ideas come in the night when the world is quiet and everybody else's brain is turned off, mine is going a mile a minute and it's heading straight for you, you have no idea, you really don't and while it's infuriating at times it also just means that I have more chances to take you by surprise, to do the not nice thing, the not proper thing, because baby girl we all have our vices, yes we do, and mine is you, you are my drug, you are everything that consumes my thoughts in a way where I almost can't get anything done, it's like I think about the things that I need to do and the thoughts are broken up and split and fragmented and they simultaneously go back and forth between the tasks I'm supposed to do and you, your smell, your hair, how your lips feel, how your skin feels under my fingers, how your pussy feels in my mouth when I go down on you and you start writing my face hard and pulling my hair as the feeling overtakes you and you get closer to coming and I bury my face in harder, sink my fingers in deeper, revel in your ecstasy, your breath, your movements, all your little sighs and your moans and that carnal lust that takes over your body where you don't give a single flying fuck who hears you because I don't want you to care, you're mine, you're always mine and no matter where you are listening to this I want you to know that, I want you to know that as I go about my day and as you go about yours, I'm thinking of all the creative things I can do to make all of that proper goodness, that societal expectation just come undone, it's the most amazing thing, so I want you to go about your day and listen to this whenever you need reminding of what you do to me, of the things that you make me want to do to you, the things that I will do to you next time I see you, I want you to know that as I go through my day you are consuming my every thought baby girl, fuck, it's the most intoxicating thing in the world.