This came out as one solid thought, so don't blame me:
SERIOUSLY, I just want someone to talk to me - rumble those things I want to hear, paint me a picture that makes my heart leap out of my chest and into my mouth - until I cum in my pants, convulsion with satisfaction in their arms, my mouth and their mouth encircling each other in a constant, throbbing dance. And then to die the little death.
Man, I love a lot of people right now, and some of them say really great things to me: some intended specifically for me, and some more generally stated that just make everything in me well up to the point of intensely stimulated arousal. My whole body feels like a vulva someone has been rubbing against. And all we've been doing is TALKING (and sharing).
Not sure how much longer I can hold back the tide, but appropriateness needs to be considered, not to mention the fact that not everyone is a sapiosexual (or, rather, it's an unconscious secondary sexual preference for a lot of people). Probably doesn't help when people are *fuckin' hot,* but AREN'T THEY ALL??? I mean, after *I* talk like that I feel like a beaming, pulsating rod of hotness - and I'm more like all that and a whole semi-truck delivery of Frito Lays, extra greasy, than just the "bag o' chips." blahdy blahdy blah. I'm just primed as hell, and there's no good free, feminist erotica I can find, so I'm on this verge where I'm gonna start humping my own arm here in a minute until, I'm sure, a hallucinated body materializes from my bed sheets.
Wow. I need some physical release.
I should go running again sometime soon.
