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True love

With real love you don’t have to ask if it’s worth it. You don’t have to convince yourself to do what you know you should do. It’s not forced or an obligation. You do it because you want to without even a second thought.

You do whatever you have to in order to make it work. Anything and everything. Without double guessing or questioning. You just do it. Not many things are as powerful as that because you can achieve incredible things when you love in that way.

True love is sticking with someone through thick and thin. Good and bad. Small problems or massive issues. True love is not giving up, no matter how shitty life gets. That’s the whole fucking point. Love is not just some concept based on romantic ideas like holding hands at breakfast on a sunny Sunday morning at the little café down the road that serves those tasty little scones. That’s fantasy, not reality. Cute, but ultimately not the way to stay sane or make this thing work over the long term.

Love is saying, today was crap, this month was shit, fuck this year. But I love you and that’s all that matters. Kiss me and let’s kick this bitch called life’s ass together and turn it around.

Never forget, if it truly is love then it’s always worth it.

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“You can’t just make me different and then leave. You can’t. You can’t change me and make my whole life centered around you, then leave.”

— John Green, Looking For Alaska

I am laying here thinking about you…

Thinking about the types of things we say to one another and what they mean…

When I say I love you, it means I have given you my heart. All of my heart and I trust you to keep it safe in your hands…

When I say you’re my everything, it means my day starts and ends with you. You’re my smile, my happiness, my calm, my passion, my excitment, my hope and everythig else I feel.

When I say you are mine, it means just that. Mine to cherish, to protect, to care for, to hold when the world gets too much, to make you smile when you can’t find a way on your own, to put you above anything and everything. Your happiness, your peace is my priority.

When I say you’re beautiful, I mean in my eyes you are perfect. Your smile lights up my world. Your eyes see right into my core. It means I love every curve, every inch of your body even when you do not see it in yourself. It means your beauty goes deep into who you are. Your compassion, your care, the love you give not only to me but all those who come into your world. Truly beautiful inside and out, head to toe.

When I say I miss you, I mean the minute we leave one another I want you back. It means I never want to let you go.

When I say you are my soul, I mean I am connected to you in a way that could only be dreamt of before meeting you. I mean we were meant to cross paths.That I knew you long before I met you and in you I found what I have always longed for in another.

When I say I adore you, it means every breath I take is for you. It means nothing is more important to me than your happiness. It means I want to know everything about you. I will always be there for you. I will always stand by you no matter what and I will strive to be everything you need every minute of every day.

It doesn’t matter what words are used to descibe what you mean to me and how you make me feel but sometimes it all gets summed up when I look at you and call you “Baby girl”…💙♾😈

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forgive yourself. do it often.

You can’t resist the temptation.

We hadn’t planned to fuck tonight, because you’re ovulating, and it’s your most fertile day. You know I don’t use condoms and I don’t pull out, so if we fuck I’m going to be filling you with my cum. You’re always horny when you’re fertile, so you’re trying to be careful. To be safe, you’ve been avoiding me all day, so as not to be tempted. You’re so horny, though, you can’t help but think about how good it would feel, even though you know you shouldn’t. After a glass of wine, though, you can’t help but think, well, what’s the risk in just kissing and teasing me a bit?

As you feel my lips against yours and my hands caressing your body, you begin to forget all that. You’re so wet, so weak, and you know you would do anything for me to ravish you. You reach down and stroke my cock, feeling it stiffen, and start thinking about how good it would feel inside you. You’re dripping with anticipation, and my roving hands and the feeling of our bodies pressed together seem more important than anything else. You know you shouldn’t be taking my bare cock inside you, but you are having trouble remembering why.

You don’t resist as I lead you back to the room and throw you down onto the bed. You moan softly in anticipation, and begin to touch yourself. I can tell you’re wet and you need me. I smile, getting even harder as I know it’s your most fertile day.

As you lie squirming on the bed, I lick you, finger you, and make your body writhe with pleasure. Soon all thoughts of risk have left your mind, and all you can think about is your own pleasure. I kiss you, deeply, rubbing the head of my cock against the entrance to your pussy. One last step.

“Beg for me,” I command.

“I need you now,” you beg, whimpering and pushing your hips up against me, trying to get my cock in you. “please, daddy.”

As you beg, I smile, and I push your legs apart, lifting them up. All I want is to dominate you, to fill you, to feel the perfect feeling of your pussy. I push my cock against the entrance to your pussy, rubbing you and teasing you again, feeling how wet you are. Your moan softly in need and desire. I slide in a little bit, and you instinctively arch your back, pushing your hips against me, barely able to speak other than to man in pleasure. Your brain is shut off, and all you can think about is how good it will feel to drain me.

I slide all the way in, filling you and feeling your tight wet pussy contract around me, ravishing you, using your body. The pleasure and pain hits you in waves. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you think, what your concerns or world-weary stresses are now. Right now, all you feel is the amazing feeling of my throbbing, hard cock filling your tight, wet cunt. You moan in surprise as my cock thrusts deep inside you, stirring up your insides, making you feel so wonderfully full and satisfied and happy.

I pull back and thrust over and over again, feeling you contract and writhe on my cock, your body convulsing with each thrust, each shock of pleasure going straight to your brain as ecstasy wracks you, the feeling of my bare cock inside you driving you mad. I use you roughly, harshly, feeling every thrust causing you to clench on me and cry out in pleasure. Feeling your pussy contract around my hard cock, so wet and tight and hot, drives me into an animalistic state, and I fuck you with abandon, shoving all the way in over and over again, hilting myself inside you.

I can feel you getting even wetter, and you know that this is where you belong. Impaled on my cock, feeling me rearrange your insides as I jackhammer into you over and over again. I feel my orgasm coming, but I’m not going to pull out. As I push the head of my cock against your cervix, it feels so good to just use you, to dominate you, to take advantage of you for my pleasure, and nothing would make me feel better than making you take all of my cum.

It’s risky, you’re ovulating, and we both know it, but it doesn’t matter to each of us. You try to open your mouth to say something, to beg me to pull out, but all you can find yourself doing is groaning and begging me to cum inside you. Your entire body is on fire, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through you as I thrust into you over and over again.

I hold you down as you twist and moan in pleasure, and I fuck you, primally, instinctively, and the only thing in the world that matters to me is the feeling of your hot went cunt around my cock. I bottom out in you, filling you, feeling your body writhe against me as I climax. I hold you against me and stay deep inside you as I shoot rope after rope of hot seed inside you. The feeling of the hot jet of my seed in your womb causes you to cum so hard you nearly black out, your pussy clenching around me, your womb drinking up every drop. The feeling of you clenching and cumming on my cock, your pussy drawing up my seed into your womb, is amazing, perfect, exquisite. The fact that you’re ovulating, and that I’ve probably knocked you up, is even better.