Moj ukochany, how’m I meant to make it to bed when I’ve got no knees for standing, and no Talik for scraping me up of the floor and into hischrist alive and into his arms?
But then and here’s the quandary, my Talik’s asking me to find that bed and who’m I to argue??
🤔🤔🤔🤔
Here I’ll see what I can manage, think on my Talik and the moment waiting soon as I can make it to the bed, a touch visioned as my Talik’s own and aye, your name writ in my cries. That’s what’ll get me toward bed or at least up on the sofa, that thinking what’s waiting. A moment for myself, but not bereft of you. Nah, it’s the thought and image of my boyfriend, echo of his voice caught from those vids, that’ll lead me on the the ecstatic.
Couldn’t do it without you, Talik, or it’d be a hollow shiver n release if I did, not so worth the effort.
My meaning’s I’ll touch myself, stroke myself slow, fervor increasing. Picturing it’s your own hand on me, guiding Vevay to the skies. Picturing your lips against my neck, myself spread reeling and undone beneath you, pleasantly, gleefully pinned.
That’s the ticket, right there. 🥴🧡
Fair warning to yourself, I’ve got it in me to cry joy cry ecstasy with volume that ain’t insignificant. For if and when that day does find us. Ain’t much for shrieking, but it’s true I howl turned wild.
Meantime, lucky thing the landlady’s nigh on deaf ey? c; I’ve no mind for keeping quiet, even when my Talik’s distant, even when the thought of you’s reft of your present presence. It’s enough aye and better’n enough for the now.
Shame you’re in that panel truck, else I might return after taking that moment and lay out every detail I bring upon myself and in my imaging of you
Happen I might share the details later c;
Ey my generous lover, won’t deny I like a little care, nor say I’d not revel in it. Nor’d I claim twink’s so far removed that that you’re describing
Put otherwise aye, might be I’m a bit of that pillow prince.
Your pillow prince, long as I can shock my Talik into equal fun and fervor of his own. >;3
Long as your Vevay has hisself the honour of seeking every way of warming you, and seeing how weak I can send your own knees. Long as I’ve space for spinning my own generosities. 🥹🧡
Can’t say I’ve the strength for drawing you up entire into my arms, but I’ll be right there with you Talik, whispers and caresses and the utmost of attentive strokes
[ … ]
Here, couple of things, right?
First’s to say there’s no shame going without for any span of time and that goes tenfold when another party and their shite mongering scorn’s involved. Likesaid, had dry spells of my own. And then myself taken from the equation, seems you’ve had [ .. ] reason enough for your own eh absence out from screwing around or making love.
Second thing, asking and pleading ain’t synonymous or don’t need to be. There’s naught amiss in speaking what it is you’d like, Talik, or/and it’d be my pleasure aiding yourself toward feeling comfortable in asking. For myself, the fact I’ve not thought up an act or acted on an impulse don’t mean I’d not welcome it. It’s only I’ve got limited eh hard drive in the mind and focus, aye? Well and there are spaces in imagination I've not seen myself yet, them having been off my map of conjuring
Your Vevay’s venturesome, count on that. c; Figure there’s little enough you could say that I’d balk against, and fact is that I’m down for giving most anything a try, long as it’s with you, long as it’s wound up in loving you 🧡
Think it this way too, you never know, might be what you ask winds up the newest thrill unthought for your Vevay, hey?
[ … ]
Right and those points made and those points offered up
Here’s myself, gathering strength to reach either bed or couch. If you’ve heard naught further from me in the next two to three minutes, you’ll know what your Vevay’s up to, and who he’s thinking of.
Aye, give yourself two minutes, three minutes Talik, then give your fingertips a flex for Vevay, and think of me upon your touch. True we’re caught up distant by geography, but don’t mean we can’t find proximities all of our own, ey? 🥴🧡
no subject
and into hischrist aliveand into his arms?But then and here’s the quandary, my Talik’s asking me to find that bed and who’m I to argue??
🤔🤔🤔🤔
Here I’ll see what I can manage, think on my Talik and the moment waiting soon as I can make it to the bed, a touch visioned as my Talik’s own and aye, your name writ in my cries. That’s what’ll get me toward bed or at least up on the sofa, that thinking what’s waiting. A moment for myself, but not bereft of you. Nah, it’s the thought and image of my boyfriend, echo of his voice caught from those vids, that’ll lead me on the the ecstatic.
Couldn’t do it without you, Talik, or it’d be a hollow shiver n release if I did, not so worth the effort.
My meaning’s I’ll touch myself, stroke myself slow, fervor increasing. Picturing it’s your own hand on me, guiding Vevay to the skies. Picturing your lips against my neck, myself spread reeling and undone beneath you, pleasantly, gleefully pinned.
That’s the ticket, right there. 🥴🧡
Fair warning to yourself, I’ve got it in me to cry joy cry ecstasy with volume that ain’t insignificant. For if and when that day does find us. Ain’t much for shrieking, but it’s true I howl turned wild.
Meantime, lucky thing the landlady’s nigh on deaf ey? c; I’ve no mind for keeping quiet, even when my Talik’s distant, even when the thought of you’s reft of your present presence. It’s enough aye and better’n enough for the now.
Shame you’re in that panel truck, else I might return after taking that moment and lay out every detail I bring upon myself and in my imaging of you
Happen I might share the details later c;
Ey my generous lover, won’t deny I like a little care, nor say I’d not revel in it. Nor’d I claim twink’s so far removed that that you’re describing
Put otherwise aye, might be I’m a bit of that pillow prince.
Your pillow prince, long as I can shock my Talik into equal fun and fervor of his own. >;3
Long as your Vevay has hisself the honour of seeking every way of warming you, and seeing how weak I can send your own knees. Long as I’ve space for spinning my own generosities. 🥹🧡
Can’t say I’ve the strength for drawing you up entire into my arms, but I’ll be right there with you Talik, whispers and caresses and the utmost of attentive strokes
[ … ]
Here, couple of things, right?
First’s to say there’s no shame going without for any span of time
and that goes tenfold when another party and their shite mongering scorn’s involved. Likesaid, had dry spells of my own. And then myself taken from the equation, seems you’ve had [ .. ] reason enough for your own eh absence out from screwing around or making love.Second thing, asking and pleading ain’t synonymous or don’t need to be. There’s naught amiss in speaking what it is you’d like, Talik, or/and it’d be my pleasure aiding yourself toward feeling comfortable in asking. For myself, the fact I’ve not thought up an act or acted on an impulse don’t mean I’d not welcome it. It’s only I’ve got limited eh hard drive in the mind and focus, aye? Well and there are spaces in imagination I've not seen myself yet, them having been off my map of conjuring
Your Vevay’s venturesome, count on that. c; Figure there’s little enough you could say that I’d balk against, and fact is that I’m down for giving most anything a try, long as it’s with you, long as it’s wound up in loving you 🧡
Think it this way too, you never know, might be what you ask winds up the newest thrill unthought for your Vevay, hey?
[ … ]
Right and those points made and those points offered up
Here’s myself, gathering strength to reach either bed or couch. If you’ve heard naught further from me in the next two to three minutes, you’ll know what your Vevay’s up to, and who he’s thinking of.
Aye, give yourself two minutes, three minutes Talik, then give your fingertips a flex for Vevay, and think of me upon your touch. True we’re caught up distant by geography, but don’t mean we can’t find proximities all of our own, ey? 🥴🧡
Wish your Vevay luck and pleasure! c;