I just want to cock worship. Wake him up with my mouth wrapped around him and my head moving up and down between the sheets. Get him soaking wet so I can sit on his cock and ride him until his body shakes and he cums inside of me.
That’s how I want to spend my mornings.
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”—Charles Bukowski (via seabois)
This is your Sunday evening reminder that you can handle whatever this week throws at you. Even if school, work or general life isn’t okay, you’ll get through it because you are damn strong and amazing.