If you rush I stay in my head fixing my face. Give me a minute to get stupid. That is when it gets good both.
Tag: bodies
A bruise with no text after is just mess on skin. If you claim the body, you can claim the morning as well afterwards too.
Serious sex makes me watch myself. A stupid joke knocks the performance out. Filthy and funny is not a mood. It is the whole method.
I want the sentence you would actually say. Not a script you borrowed. Awkward and filthy beats cinematic and fake. I hear the difference immediately.
No name talk. No job talk. No story about the week. Just a dark room and a warm body that does not need a biography.
Do not just grunt and hope for the best. Tell me it is good. Tell me where. Quiet men make me bored and over perform.
If it is all serious I tense up fast. Filthy and funny is the mix. I come easier when I am not bloody posing about.
Do not guess like you are brave. Ask. Then do it like you meant the answer. Confidence is listening with your hands still on me.
Anyone can copy a move. Fewer check my face. The ones I keep thinking about did not perform. They paid attention and then stayed human.