8fiveseven

i want to warm ty's hands. i want to mouth them or thigh them or bake them next to cookies and eat them or wear them under my clothes. I would like nothing more than ty to be inside me, warm in my guts and slippery. somewhere so wet he cannot open his fool mouth. I just want to have him simmer there and feel what i have for him crush against his walls, break them down, digestively. just a little. what i have for him. i have so much. inside me. warm. for his cold.