wasfemina
femina
writer, eighteenminors do not interract!
9 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
Text
"I've missed you, dear"
Nate finally came back to his senses. He had been kissing her whole body for hours and hours. He couldn't get enough of her. When she was gone, it felt like a drug escaped the life of an addict. She was an addiction and he was addicted.
"Fucking my friends behind my back? Dating them? There's no way you actually did that, love."
He regretted his whole situation.
#i love him#smut#cougar#sebastian vettel smut#f1 smut#pink pilates princess#rory gilmore#paris geller#studyblr#studyspo
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
18+
Felt so wrong. Felt so illegal. Felt so unholy.
Irina made out with him. She needed to get that revenge. She needed to move on. She needed to realise her worth.
Nate fucked that bitch? Okay, she will crush him mentally and physically. He fucked up Irina's feelings? Alright, there's plenty of fish in the ocean. He laughs at her jokes? Whatever, she'll laugh at someone else's jokes.
She sat on Alex's lap, kissing the pain out of his lips. Same place, but a different smile, a fake smile.
Nate and Alex used to be close friends. Nate changed. Nate ruined everything.
But the most important thing he has ruined was her heart.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
18+
"I've always loved you, honey".
They were drunk. She didn't feel like herself. She could make fun of him for hours and hours. He was such a baby. He didn't even know how to unhook a woman's bra.
She was in his bed again. Fully clothed, he reached out his hand to undress her. She pinned his hand down on the mattress. "Did I allow you to do that, baby?". She left him speechless, and he didn't expect that.
She got on top and pressed a kiss against those beautiful lips. She lifted her black skirt and pushed those panties aside. He was yearning to see her chest without that bra. That wasn't her plan, though.
She lay against him, and he looked confused. She looked into those diamond-blue eyes and said "You're not getting your sweet desires unless you learn to unhook my bra correctly three times"
She was the woman with the biggest amount of power in this world.
If only she was powerful enough to get over him.
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
She went insane. Irina threw empty vodka bottles on the floor and watched them break, just like her heart. Her emerald green dress touched the floor. She looked in the mirror, and all she could see was a disappointed, broken, sleepless woman. Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw him in her eyes.
She's in her dream again. She's inside her fantasy again. He's hugging her and whispering those sweet words into her neck. He's kissing her upper back. He's telling her that she's the only woman he loves. He's rolling her up a joint. He's drinking vodka shots with her. He's unzipping her dress. He's taking off her high heels. He's slipping down her thongs. He's telling her how gorgeous and extraordinary she is. She's lying on her back, and he's laid his head on her abdomen. She's dripping on his tongue. He's touching her hips and pinning her down on himself. He's watching their reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes are glazed over. She's done. He pushed her over the edge.
She's conscious again. She looks in the mirror and doesn't see Nate by her side. She pouts softly.
One day, he'll discover what he lost.
0 notes
Text
18+
So she sat on the balcony, smoking the last cigarette in the batch. Her red hair had flown like a flame in the summer air. You could see the church they went to once a week from this balcony. Everything has just been so peaceful with him.
"Baby, here's your martini", he said. He sent her flowers last week because she wasn't able to have sex. She just didn't feel good. Life just didn't feel good. Why did Marcus say that everything Nate wanted was just sex? It sure wasn't so, if he didn't want her soul, he wouldn't bring her tulips from Holland.
She said that she's able to control herself, but is that so? If she were able to do that, she wouldn't be sitting in his armchair, on his balcony.
She stood up, put the martini on the table and just smiled. She just couldn't bear the fact that he kissed other women. He's so young, he doesn't deserve his heart to be heartbroken.
However, all she wanted to do at this point was just hit him. She laughed so hard every neighbour could hear her. She threw the empty martini glass at him and started to scream at him. There's no way someone could have broken a woman like her. This boy wasn't going to ruin her, she knew what she deserved.
She was wrong again. Everything she was able to feel after that martini was just his kisses on her left breast and his big hands handling them perfectly. She was full of blood. Her thighs were covered in multiple scars. The bath water was as nearly red as all of the Napoleonic wars. All he did in his life was hurt her. She knew that.
Whilst her mascara and eyeliner turned into a black mess, she looked at his arms. So toned, so soft every time she hugged him. It felt like home. She was practically homeless at this point. The fact is, he was never hers. On the other point, every time she hurt another man, she thought of him. She stayed loyal to him and only him.
She lay on his bed and everything she could hear were his bittersweet words when he said "I'm not hurting you, baby. You're the one who's hurting yourself." He exposed her bare body to himself. He was stunned by her body. "You're so beautiful, darling". He kissed her fresh scars, the blood had been washed off fully at this point. "You're doing so good, good girl". She melted at those words.
She hit her head on his soft headboard. He grabbed her hair and pulled her again. "You're doing amazing, baby, taking me from behind. So good." The room was filled with moans, tension and love. She had begun crying, this was too much for her. He already made her come three times, the fourth one would be just too much. He didn't listen to her pleading him to stop. "You've got this baby, just a little bit more".
He rolled her on her back, into her favourite position. She knew she wouldn't be able to control herself now. He's the only man in her life right now, she's his fully and truly. He kissed her and all he could hear were the muffled moans whilst he was pounding her sweet place.
She laid against him. Delirious, tired, completely absorbed.
"I never meant to hurt you. I hope you know that, love."
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
18+
She saw her. She saw her hazel eyes, she saw her brunette hair flowing in that summer air.
She saw him. Just a little bit taller, handsome as always. If her eyes were as blue as the Atlantic, his were as blue as the Pacific Ocean. He wasn't pacific at all, though. Some may have thought he was, however, she was there to prove them all wrong. All he wanted was war, she was the one who wanted peace. Son of the vicious farmer and lover of the peace, just like in the Bible.
He kissed her. He kissed her perfect lips, and he slightly tugged her brunette hair. Irina was tyrannised. She felt those dashes of tears forming in the inner corner of her eye. She cried. She couldn't control herself anymore. She was utterly crushed. She felt her heartbeat pumping the blood through those veins, her knees falling to the hard, cold, ground.
She woke up in the hospital, tulips on her nightstand. How did he have the audacity to kiss other girls like that? All he needed was a woman, an older one. All he really needed was her.
She zoned out again. One more sniff of Molly and her self-respect was gone again.
She woke up in his bed. Soft, smelled like him. The smell she adored so much. The smell intoxicated her every time. The smell of his skin. The taste of his skin.
He was just like a vape pen. He felt amazing but he was steadily and softly killing her.
0 notes
Text
18+
"You know he doesn't like you, right?"
It was Marcus who teased her all the time. He haunted her in her dreams, he told her that she should be treated like a paedophile. He told her multiple times that she was mentally ill and that she needed to see a doctor and get a lobotomy.
She was sure it wasn't Nate who hadn't been attracted to her. She was positive that the one who fucked up her relationship with Nate was actually Marcus. And she was so pleased that he was absent in today's meeting.
After the meeting ended, of course, there was some alcohol. She had a can of beer in her hand whilst Nate had been holding his glass of wine in his hand. She said nothing, just leaned up to him and whispered "Wanna go somewhere private?". He could never say no to those pleading blue eyes.
She felt him deep inside her. He hit her sweet spot and all she could do at this point was just close her eyes and enjoy the moment. It might be her last moment with him and she was very much aware of that.
She loved him too much. She thought that the only love that mattered to men was physical, in bed, he tried to convince her that her thesis wasn't true, but she just kept believing her delusions constantly.
How could she make him love her again?
1 note
·
View note
Text
18+
She saw him. She saw those glistening blue eyes she could look at for years. She saw those cheeks that lifted every time he smiled. She saw those blonde curls she wanted to touch so much once again.
They went for a drink, he loved to drink so much. He once convinced her to try some alcohol with him, she tried it, and she loved it too. You might have thought they were both alcoholics, but this wasn't the case. She drank so she could make him love her, he drank because it was cool.
Since she wasn't his teacher anymore, they became coworkers after some time. She was obsessed with having such a beautiful, intense, smart and hardworking coworker.
So she asked him, how the school was going. They found out he got a bad grade in her favourite subject. She comforted him since the grades at his age didn't apply to the university applications. He smiled again, she couldn't let those boundaries keep them apart anymore. She was hooked.
The next thing she could have remembered was her hitting her head against the hard, cold, wall. She was absolutely intoxicated with this wet, cold feeling of his tongue on her inner thighs. She just didn't feel like herself, and she loved it. She loved that duality in her soul. She adored that stubbornness in his soul.
"Open up those legs for me, baby", he whispered. She felt two fingers slide into her and push against the spot. She couldn't control herself, she just repeatedly moaned "Yes". Once she was close to her climax he whispered back "Yes?".
Once she became intoxicated and ruined enough to make him love her again, she whispered to him "I don't wanna ruin myself, I don't wanna lose you". He whispered in return "fuck baby, I really don't want to hurt you again. But you do live for the pain, don't you?"
1 note
·
View note
Text
"Push those sheets aside", he said. She could never say no to a man like that.
She always used to pick awful men who ruined her mental health completely. Alcoholics and for some reason awfully younger than her. She just felt like she could maybe control their thoughts better than she could with older ones, she felt like she could have been reading their mind every time. Semi-ugly guys who could possibly give her the ick. And once she changed them, gave them confidence, made them prettier, they left. As fast as they could. She has always felt so used and emotionally abused.
She used to be his teacher. She used to teach him about God, about the universe. She used to tell him he was talented and smart at the very young age of thirteen. It wasn't illegal, the age gap wasn't that big. He was just two years younger than her, though she didn't imagine them together at that time. She sought innocence in his eyes, and this drove her crazy. Even though she was living a normal life, her thoughts were never innocent. She wouldn't stop drowning in those blue eyes that matched hers completely.
Some might have thought she always radiated dominance, but that wasn't the case.
She lay in his bed, resting her head on his toned chest. Maybe something could happen again. He told her they cannot do that again, it would just fuck them up both. She could feel the pressure and the basic attraction between them whilst he was tracing her scars with his middle finger. Her, in this blue underwear. He just couldn't take his eyes off her breasts.
"My love, I can't believe you did this. How many times have I told you not to pick up the razor blade again? You could have gotten every man possible in this world so why are you doing this because of me? All I do is hurt you, baby."
She just shut him up with a slight kiss on his lips. It felt like touching the softest pillow ever. Plus he has always smelled so immature, so boyish.
4 notes
·
View notes