Filed under: Grace
(inspired by my SSA)
“If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, erotic city come alive
We can fuck until the dawn, making love til cherrys gone
Erotic city cant you see, thoughts of pretty you and me”
i ache and all i can think about is fucking. this song is stuck in my head. every time i fuck it only makes the need greater. a never ending hunger for an orgasm, that feeling of being filled, that intensity of two people pressed against each other.
“Everytime I comb my hair
Thoughts of you get in my eyes
You’re a sinner, I dont care
I just want your creamy thighs”
i am a sinner with creamy thighs. i love how i tense up under my soft flesh when i am touched and my muscles press against my skin. it lets me know that i am alive and feeling.
Prince has a way with words especially when it comes to sex. i think every time i hear this song i get wet. it doesn’t help when working out, but at least it keeps it interesting.
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