When you’re clearly in a shitty mood & someone asks how you’re doing
I started the day energized, happy, and inspired to be productive.
Then my energy faded and left me feeling angry, sad, and finally just a strange sense of drained & melancholy.
Killing time catching up on Tumblr and watching American Psycho ‘cause I can’t think of anything else to do. I don’t have the motivation to do anything I wanted to anymore, I wish I could just sleep the rest of the day away without hating myself for it when I woke up.
I miss going down. Like, the entire process is just so great. The kissing that grows increasingly passionate before you pull away and get into position. The moans, the swearing, and all the other assorted noises and expressions that a girl makes while you’re down there. The peak moment when all of those wonderful sounds are suddenly muffled as her legs squeeze your head like a vice grip and she grabs you to pull you even closer.
And until she’s exhausted or my jaw starts hurting it’ll just keep going, because settling for one orgasm seems so not fulfilling. Women can have multiple orgasms far sooner and easier than men, that’s a trait I love to take advantage of. It’s just so satisfying to make a girl cum repeatedly in one sitting, why would I ever want to quit after the first?
For those of you who find this too graphic, you have my condolences but you chose to keep reading so the fault’s on you. It’s something that’s been on my mind a bit more recently (Yes, more than usual somehow) and it’s a sentiment I felt like expressing.