I love it most of the time when my boyfriend tells me he wants to fuck me. There's this huskiness and almost a growl in his voice. I feel powerful and somewhat sexy because of the insinuation that I'm driving him to the brink of control.
Usually, we have our own little inside joke about "you want some armpit?" which is me curling up with my head on his chest. And neither of us can just leave it at that, most of the time. We're pretty in sync, though... eye contact across a group of people and we're up and out of there at the same time. I think his friends are figuring it out.
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand