ariaonthefloor: thecandidcourtesan:It’s the shame that drives me. It’s what stops me m
ariaonthefloor: thecandidcourtesan: It’s the shame that drives me. It’s what stops me mid-sentence, what makes me faulter when you ask me direct questions about likes or dislikes. My wants and needs. Those seemingly simple, innocent little inquiries into my brain that end up tying me in knots by the end. Need. So coupled with the shame it’s inseparable, unbearable. Insatiable. The shame of having such a hungry little cunt all the time, of having you in my head all day to the point where my fingertips will ghost across that mound and just barely pinch at the lips. The same shame that, when I think about the depraved things we do and have done, I can literally feel my lower back arch off the couch, just begging, waiting. The shame that drives me over the edge every time I stuff something in my mouth and plead around it, leaving me jolting and twitching afterward in its wake. Above all, it’s the shame that feeds within me a very dark, desperate attraction to you, one that I cannot fathom ever letting go of easily. Beautiful. It absolutely is the shame. There’s no way I could have even come close to being so elegant in saying so, though. -- source link
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