What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
this deserve so many notes
This is so uplifting
*I didn’t finish this but I wasn’t sure if anyone would read so I didn’t wanna keep writing. But this is half of the “realistic” imagine I was talking about earlier. Tell me what u think*
“His palm gripped onto my moist. Thick ass and he squeezed for several seconds, leaving behind the imprints of his nails. He pulled back this arm and then smack my rear, causing me to welp in pleasure. He growled into my ear and got back to stroking, nearly hitting my belly button with every thrust”
I sat in complete silence reading my book and then looking away for a second to swallow the spit that bad formed in the back of my throat. My heart pounded lightly in my chest and my inner thighs tingled. 29 shades of orange had gotten me once again. I set down the book and stared at my phone just as I got a message from my boo.
“Wat time u comin thru?” it read. I rolled my eyes and felt a pit in my stomach, would it kill this fucker to literate for once in his life? No seriously, like I really wondered if he was a total tart sometimes because he never spelt a single word out…well, except once when he thought he used a really huge word correctly..but it was all types of wrong but I didn’t want to kill his manhood.
Anyways, I responded with a simple answer, “Give me like five minutes to leave you little shit” and got up from my bed, finishing the final touches of my outfit. Sweatshirt, leggings, and worn out converse that lord knows should’ve been thrown out a year ago. I made sure not to wear jeans cause I read once on twitter that guys hate when girls come through to “chill” in jeans…for what reason, I don’t know. My hair was falling ungracefully around my face in leftover curls from yesterday. I mean, sure I could’ve put more effort into looking nice for Kevin but honestly…until he starts to look like Denzel Washington he can’t say shit about me. I made sure I was shaved down below and even washed up with Summer’s Eve for the first time..raspberry scented if you don’t mind we including. I made sure to make every part of my body hairless..well except for my arms but who has the fucking time to do that. If he can’t accept my man arms, he shouldn’t be with me.
I left with no further thoughts, telling my family I was off to the library. I mean, technically I was gonna be learning today right? The walk to Kevin’s house was less than five minutes but it felt like an eternity of stares, it seemed like everyone in their cars or on the streets was looking over at me, as if they knew what I was off to do. Shit, I always did wonder if people could read minds. Maybe I look guilty…should I feel guilty, I mean, I am a senior right? It’s natural.
I knocked on Kevin’s door and he quickly swung it open, wearing nothing but basketball shorts and flip flops… ok, so I guess he doesn’t care about his appearance either. “Come in.” he quickly said, nearly pulling my arm off. We entered his small apartment and quickly walked to his room, closing the door behind us.
“My little brother is home but he shouldn’t be bothering us” he said in assurance, lying down on his bed. My eyes enlarged a little and I grinned sarcastically, taking a seat next to him. Then several minutes of pointless conversation. I knew that if things were gonna be done right, it had to be by me. Now normally I hear girls have to do foreplay and all that jazz, but sucking dick is like a full time job; lots of gagging, and choking, and tears, and coughing, and salty stuff, and saliva, and disgusting animalistic growls…so basically it’s like going to the movies to see a horror movie or something. Not to mention Kevin thinks he’s being sexy but asking occasionally, “you like this dick huh?” like well//to be completely honest no, it looks like an abandoned baby worm.
But back to the point, I started with the kissing, neck bites, you know. And soon enough he was breathing heavy, slipping me on my back, asking through stuttering words if I wanted to “do it”. I looked up at his face but then looked down because I always feel like if you stare at something too long it gets ugly and well, that happens often with him.
I mean this would be my virginity… this is a big deal. Sure I like the kid, not love but defiantly some feelings. He was kind, honest, pretty loyal, funny, laid back…he should be the first candidate right?
“Sure…” I whispered. I thought for a second about all the erotic books and fanfics I had read on tumblr and wattpad and figured it should be fun. Like the wink of any eye he pulled out a condom, extra sensitive, sheer, ultra lubricated…like k bro my pussy isn’t dry but whatever.
He laid beside me and began to try and pull it on but let’s just say the shoe didn’t look like it could fit.
“It’s kinda tight” he replied trying to pull it on like a sock over a foot.
“Stop doing it like that, you’ll break it! Just glide it.” I yelled.
“It’s not gonna break. Shit, we don’t need one anyone I’ll just pull out.”
“That doesn’t work and I don’t want your kids.” I snapped back. I was gonna say ugly ass kids but I figured that would kill his boner..and well, the mood as well. Not to mention, our kids would probably be cute little bastards.
*To be continued?*