RIN
I have a type.
"I'm not really-" teeth clash, lips are bitten. "Sure, we should be doing this. You are looking for something serious, and I am not really-"
"Yeah, I am not asking you to marry me," tongue licks the side of a neck. Sweaty, coated with masculine cologne. Teeth bite into the side, enough to leave a mark. "I am here because I want you to fuck me. I am living out a fantasy, my little trashy world."
"I love the sound of that."
The kind that is undeniably hot, slutty even, and … emotionally unavailable. I am drawn in by the fact that they are unavailable, unattainable, and I seem to get turned on by that. I love the way my heart races when I am in their arms, as they kiss me.
To know I am being chosen by them in the moment, even if it won't last long.
At least that has been my fantasy. Where I am used, fucked into oblivion, and loved only for it to last only hours, and I am back to being my normal self.
