It’s not good sex until
she tangles her hands in your hair
guides your hands
leaves scratches on your back
bites your shoulders so she doesnt scream
makes eye contact while you’re on top of herWraps her legs around your waist when they start shaking
and cums a few times
oh my god
Can. Not. Stop. Crying.
Can this ugly feeling go away please.
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves .
— Federico García Lorca (via smileloveknox)
She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.
— W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon And Sixpence (via bourbonandpearls)