It seems that when a guy talks to me they get scared off because I am not looking for someone to just have sex with.
Pardon me but, I am not that kind of lady.
I have to feel something for that person. I have to trust them and feel comfortable with them. And if I don’t then what’s the point of having sex? It’s empty and there’s no passion whatsoever to go off of.
I talk a lot, my dear sirs. And my mouth is not just a warm, wet hole for your dick. It speaks and if you cannot talk about anything other than sex than I am just not fucking interested.
I wish I could be a beautiful person. I wish I could be that person who spread happiness and joy and optimism, I wish I could love unconditionally and always have hope for the best, I wish I could make people’s lives better and accept life as it comes. But I am not, I’m scared and insecure. I…
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