Olik5

It warms me to talk to me as if they already had me against the wall, that they tell me exactly how they want to use me. That they grab me hard, look me in the eye and tell me that I am their whore. It drives me crazy to feel desired, dirty and completely delivered. The insecure men, those who doubt, those who ask for permission for everything. I hate lukewarmness, awkward silences and those who only know how to look at what to do. If you can't take control, don't get closer.