Can we talk about how the giant bowl of ice cream I’m consuming is doing nothing to cool the fire in my loins and how I am overtly sexual with everything at this minute. Can you just come let me wrap my thighs around your waist and put my fingers in your hair, my teeth gently tugging on your lower lip begging you to be obscenely rough with me. Afterwards I’ll rub your back and we can watch director’s cuts of LOTR. I’ll playfully slide my hands on non-erogenous parts of your body waiting for the right moment to push you on your back, straddle your hips with my knees, nibble at your collar bone and have my devious way with you.
oh goddamn. major want.
