Very few times did he lose control…he preferred teasing and going slowly, turning me into a needy and greedy wet mess. There were rare occasions though…when I caught a glimpse of that wild look flashing through his eyes. I saw hunger and desperation. I knew he needed to selfishly lose himself deep inside of me. I knew all I could do was hang on tight…while he fucked us both into oblivion.

@ramblingsofacrazyheart ♡ (via chipped-red-nail-polish)

I seem to be in one of those moods tonight.

Philosophizing later.  Tonight?  Don’t you want something more urgently, passionately, physical tonight?