I dreamt he knocked once and walked in like he’d always belonged. I woke up trembling, not from fear, but from the way I almost wished it were real. allmylinks.com/spicysuburba...

I told him I needed a bath. I really needed your hands. The water hid my moans, but not the mess. Like this if you’d soak me properly.

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The sun’s already nosy. I’m already forgiving. Good morning.

Good night. If dreams are listening, I’d like something slow and kind.

There’s lipstick on the glass and slick on my fingers. He poured the wine. You made me swallow. Follow if you’d give me another mouthful.

I didn’t lock the door. Maybe I wanted to be walked in on. Maybe I wanted someone to see what I’m doing for you. Repost if you'd walk in and finish it.

I put on a show and came twice before dinner. He said I looked relaxed. Like this if you’d watch me again - with the lights off and the volume up.

Sometimes I test the edge of a secret just to see if it’ll cut. The thrill isn’t in bleeding - it’s in almost. allmylinks.com/spicysuburba...

He kissed my forehead. You made me gag. I loved both for different reasons. Follow if you'd make me forget I was ever good.

Good morning - I’m wearing the same shirt as last night, but it feels different in daylight.

The sheets smell like laundry soap and trouble I never got into. Good night.

The sheets are cold. I’m not. I’m flushed, wrecked, and pretending I didn’t just come thinking about your mouth. Repost if you'd give me something better than memory.

There’s mascara on the pillow and slick between my thighs. I didn’t cry. I just came. Like this if you’re ready for round two.

He asked why my voice sounded hoarse. I said it was a cold. It was you. Your hand. Your hips. Follow if you’d keep me speechless.

He said danger looks good on me. I said it’s not something I wear - it’s something I let in. allmylinks.com/spicysuburba...

I kept the photo. The one you shouldn’t have sent. Not because I’m bad. Because I want to be. Repost if you’d send something I can’t ignore.

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I woke up smiling at a dream I’d never admit to. Good morning anyway.

Good night - I’m curling into the dark and letting the day fall off me, one thought at a time.

My hand shook when I typed your name. Not because I’m scared - because I’m soaked.

The lingerie was a gift. From him. The moan was a gift too. But that one was yours. Follow if you’d unwrap me without asking permission.

Every rule I ever made for myself unravels at dusk. The light softens, and so do my reasons. allmylinks.com/spicysuburba...

He thinks I sigh in my sleep. But I’m not sleeping. I’m remembering your voice and moaning into my pillow. Repost if you’d whisper it again while I shake.

Good morning. There’s something about early quiet that feels like a dare.

The stars are too confident tonight. I respect that. Sleep well.

I smiled through brunch remembering your tongue between my legs. The guilt only makes it better. Like this if you’d stay long enough to ruin lunch too.

There’s silk on my skin and teeth marks on my shoulder. One of them was meant for him. One wasn’t. Follow if you’d leave both next time.

He said he liked my perfume. I didn’t correct him. It wasn’t mine. It was yours. Repost if you'd make it linger longer next time.

He brushed my wrist like it was an accident. It wasn’t. Some touches know too much, even when they pretend not to. allmylinks.com/spicysuburba...

I pulled his sweater on after your hands left marks down my spine. The contrast? Addictive. Like this if you'd leave more bruises under soft things.

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The bed’s still warm and smells like night. I’ll miss it when I leave. Good morning.

Good night. I’ve decided to stop pretending I don’t like the quiet.

The wine’s still full. But my mouth isn’t. I’m thinking about you, not the glass. Follow if you’d push the drink aside and feed me something warmer.

He asked if I was okay. I said yes. But I was still shaking from the way you made me finish in the backseat. Repost if you’d do it again - slower this time.

I almost told him the truth tonight - that some secrets don’t weigh me down, they hold me up. He wouldn’t have believed me. allmylinks.com/spicysuburba...

I kept my ring on while I touched myself. Not because I forgot, but because I didn’t want to. Like this if you’d bend me over wearing it.

Good morning - I’m pretending the world’s slow today, just long enough to believe it.

The night settles close - intimate, knowing - full of unfinished thoughts and familiar heat, like it’s waiting for us to finish what we started. Darkness has a way of drawing things closer: breath, memory, want. Good night.

The lipstick on my wine glass is innocent. The mark I left on you wasn’t. Careful...my lips know exactly where to go after dark.

I wore the white lace he likes. But I was soaked for someone else. And I didn’t even pretend to feel guilty. Like this if you'd make me leak through it again.

He said I was quiet this morning. I was remembering your fingers, your tongue, the way you made me beg. Repost if you’d make me loud again.

There’s a danger in quiet houses. They remember everything - the whispers, the heat, the pulse that doesn’t fade when the door closes. allmylinks.com/spicysuburba...

The sheets are soaked and the room still smells like sex. I opened the windows, but it lingers - like you. Follow if you'd leave me ruined and dripping again.

The weekend opened slowly - warmth, breathy whispers, smooth skin, wetness slick on my thighs. Fingers and lips explored without urgency, certain this morning was meant to stretch. Good morning, love. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Good night - I’m not tired, just emotionally out of small talk.

There’s a bruise on my hip. Not from yoga. Not from the gym. From your grip. I traced it during dinner. Like this if you'd give me another.

My panties are still in your car. He thinks I lost them in the wash. I didn’t correct him. Repost if you'd keep them warm until next time.

The air changed when he said my name. Not loud - soft, like a promise or a threat. I still don’t know which I wanted it to be. allmylinks.com/spicysuburba...