It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.
why do you like eating a girl out?
the sounds. the way she whimpers. the way she brings it up back to my mouth when i stop. the broken moans. hearing her breathing get harder & feeling her legs shake. when she looks down at me as i look up at her and she bites her lip, my gosh. the way her back arches. the way she grinds her clit on my tongue. the death grip on my head right before she cums and her legs give out. the way she pulls me back up & tastes herself on my lips.
