Just whatever random thoughts that I get. A lot of it is media stuff, and there's a little social justice but not near enough for me to feel like I'm doing my part but I'm working on that! Also sometimes I feel depressed so there will be angst-filled posts as well sorry. I tend to go through stages with stuff, obsessing over it and then ignoring it for a while so deal with it. And um thanks for stopping by I guess?
Cisgendered, female, 19, somewhere between bi and pansexual (it's hard to explain), demisexual, polyamorous
AIM: Katrani Merack (might be registered on search as just Katrani or KatMerack)
gdi can EVERY SINGLE PERSON I’M READING TONIGHT stop putting anal into otherwise on-target for me porn/smut
i know it’s kinda a common thing but that is one of my turnoffs that will make me instantly exit out of something
AND I REALLY HATE IT BECAUSE I HAVEN’T HAD A GOOD RELEASE YET TONIGHT THANKS TO THIS
so i’m all excited that i might just have enough done tomorrow night to spend time with the boyfriend
(instead of waiting until tuesday because fuck i need boyfriend time IT’S BEEN A WEEK SINCE THE LAST I HAD SEX WITH HIM AND I MISS IT AND I NEED THE STRESS RELIEF)
and i message him and he’s not answering
so i’m betting he’s either asleep or playing borderlands (which he got as an early xmas gift)
and just dammit ANSWER YOUR TEXTS i want stuffffffffffff
(except i don’t want to be bothering him and it’s not like it’s an emergency so then i just roll my eyes at myself)
in other news
wake up sex is best sex
(i stayed the night at the boyfriend’s and it was loads of fun even though i didn’t get near enough sleep)
geez i forgot how much of a turn-on doing this sort of thing was
so i’ve realized that whenever i get really nervous about something and it goes better than normal i channel the leftover nerves/tenseness into a lot of general energy
normally that means i’d clean or have a secret dance party in my room or something
now i’m more likely to hold onto it until i can put it into sex
not sure if that’s a good or bad thing
things poly guy has observed that make me go “huh, i know you mean that as a compliment but… wat.”
She was on fire. Her whole body was flushed, and her legs were starting to ache from being held apart so long. Her fingers felt like they were about to cramp, and she could feel a building pressure from inside herself.
And then one of her legs twitched, the muscles finally deciding they’d had enough. She sat up, swearing. She had been so close, and the relevant parts hadn’t even been what had messed her up!
She bit her lip and flopped back onto her bed, pressing her legs together as the unreleased pressure morphed into a dull ache, pounding through her hips and thighs and stomach.
She felt her whole body shuddering, trying to create a counter sensation to the ache.
It helped. Barely.
She rolled onto her side, and that helped a little. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she’d manage. All of her parts would be able to last as long as all the rest soon.
For now, she just had to deal with this shivering, shuddering, trembling, so frustrating but oh-so-wonderful ache.