Thought.is

He’s eager to escape his home. He’s eager to peel off the City suit he’s been rotting in since morning. But most of all he’s eager to taste your skin and bury himself in your hair and between your legs.

Desire, however, blinded his reason, and he convinced himself that she’d want this too.

I don’t think they see me as fully human, but rather as an exotic treat to have before settling for the main course.

It was a blog about a girl having increasingly debasing sex with random men.

I love you dad, but I don’t want to drown in this sea change.