I want to be the main character in a pokemon game bc they never sleep or eat or say things they’re just these hollow shells that roam around nomadically, starting fights and taking people’s money
You know, that one with the awesome loner female lead with a swell braid in her hair
The one who was associated with a certain element
And had an optimistic little sister she loved a lot
I especially loved the part where her dress transformed into a different
Oh, but let’s not forget the great male characters!
Like the sweet blonde guy
And the stern but handsome brunette
Yeah, it was such a great and unique film!
Sex is not a goddamn performance.
Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.
It should not require confidence.
Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.
Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.
You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.
It’s not about being “good in bed.”
It’s about being happy.
One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.
What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.
Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.
Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.
I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.
I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.
Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.
I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.
“Good in bed,” what.
You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.
Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.
This isn’t a test."
this is fucking brilliant stuff, wow
Have fun. Enjoy yourself. Tell your partner your limits and enjoy everything that lies outside around around those lines. Worship their flawed human body and let them worship yours. Laugh when silly sounds happen, because they will happen. Joke about things. Make in-jokes and stupid innuendos that you can slip into conversation later and make them remember those moments.
And if you decide you never want to have sex, that’s fine too. There are plenty of other ways to be intimate with someone, and they’re just as beautiful and just as valid.(via nyuro)