#limerence and lust

[bedupolker]

Limerence & Lust: Part 2.5: Limerence & Lust get divorced

Part 0

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5 (here)

[themotherofrevelation]

Empty limerence is pathetic prāṇa waste. Man’s lust is self-castration/eternal damnation. Full-bloodied, miracle-bearing passion is the force of upright worship.

[beautifullittlefool1999]

[etherealclaire]

[bpdgirl7]

I wish you’d let me love you.

[thepeaceunknown]

We might be two horrible people and our consequence is each other.

[realh0tgirlshit]

uh oh…another heartbreak related poem (oops)

“Expiration”

passport in hand, my heart in the other.

this isn’t my path. i blame my mother.

many exiled from my grasp, out of reach from another.

had it been you never could i witness dissolute ,nevertheless on our continuo of the pursuit.

body,mind,soul. utter disarray.

seeking the time for my arrival, not much to go with but a lot to unpack.

pondered and jittered, there is no serenity in vision.

i still think of you after our lust filled collusion.

but this cant be, our time hasn’t expired yet.

why must i love such a false prophet, a liar that promised to fulfil my desire.

side note: one of my favourites, sometimes people come to you to be the muse and outlet for your emotions and creativity!

[stacys-mom-has-got-it-goin-on]

I love the movie but the one thing that bothers me is the parents. They knew a man who was a decade older than their daughter was interested in her. Why didn't they stop him? Why didn't they try harder? Why did they let their daughter go? Why didn't they try to set her straight and educate her on the importance of appropriate relationships with boys closer to her age? Why did they allow -no- encourage their daughter to get caught up in her immature school girl puppy love starstruck infatuation with an older rockstar?

[vampirotic]

[pianoriffwhoo]

Shameless Muse

I must know what stirs the storm raging within you I must intertwine myself with the passions you endure The flight of fancies that elevate your pulsating vigor The sinews that encase your lifeblood I must know what makes your toes curl Which fingers trace their way into the grasp of your phenomenal roots The essence of the breath you elicit from your lungs to the undeserving earth The…

[aads22]

Love takes time to arrive. Limerence and lust pull up fast, and leave just as quickly.

[beautifulprincessdsorder]

leaching from my soul like an addiction

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ ceo!satoru doesn't have time for romance.

as much as he'd like it — and sometimes, late at night in his ridiculously oversized apartment, he really would like it — it's just not in the cards. doesn't help that every so-called date he's endured felt more like an interview for his bank account than a genuine connection.

but then there's you. freshly employed, radiating a kind of unassuming prettiness that hits him like a punch to the gut. smitten doesn't even cover it.

he's in love. truly, madly, deeply. he swears it's not just some fleeting infatuation, not just limerence. this feels… different. real.

you're gorgeous, an actual angel who seems utterly oblivious to the effect you have. he catches himself just staring sometimes, a dumbfounded look on his face.

satoru's not entirely sure who hired you. some faceless name in hr, he supposes. whoever it is that works below him and handles the grunt work. because, and he hates to admit it even to himself, you're… well, you're not exactly competent. not that he cares, not really.

important documents vanish into thin air. work emails somehow end up in the inbox of the company's biggest rival. entire tasks seem to just… slip your mind. it's almost comical, if it wasn't so baffling.

and yet, he's obsessed. utterly, completely gone. maybe it's those big, naïve doe eyes that seem to hold a universe of innocent confusion. or the way you unconsciously nibble on your lower lip when you're trying to concentrate, your delicate brows furrowed in the cutest way.

you're always perky, though, a little ray of sunshine bouncing through the office, ready to tackle… well, whatever you manage to remember needs tackling.

could also be that skirt you insist on wearing. far too short for a professional environment, riding high on your thighs. he’s not even slightly ashamed to admit he’s “accidentally” dropped his phone more than once, the screen cracking a small price to pay for a glimpse of the lacy sliver peeking out from underneath. he could buy a new phone. or seven.

satoru tells himself he’s not a pervert, but the truth is, every morning when you greet him with that bright smile, his gaze lingers a little too long on the gentle swell of your breasts beneath your blouse.

he’s practically drooling, a shameful heat pooling low in his belly. you just don’t seem to notice, or maybe you’re just too sweet to say anything.

so, he’s doing you a favor, really, when he promotes you to his personal assistant. it’s a step up, right? except there’s nothing you actually have to do. he has a perfectly capable secretary for all the actual work.

your main job? looking pretty. being near him.

double the pay, all the fancy benefits, and absolutely none of the tedious labor.

well, unless you count being bent over his expansive mahogany desk, getting thoroughly, mind-numbingly fucked, as labor. not collapsing from exhaustion; that’s a different kind of hard work entirely. especially when your boss seems to possess the stamina of a goddamn marathon runner fueled by pure lust.

papers are scattered like fallen leaves, cascading onto the plush carpet. his grip on your hips is possessive, digging in, promising bruises that will bloom beautifully on your skin. a trail of your drool glistens on an unsigned contract, a testament to the utter control he has over you in this moment.

his thick cock fills you completely, each powerful thrust sending jolts of pure sensation through your body, making your head spin. “hah, feel that, precious? you’re squeezing me s'tight,” he groans, one hand leaving your waist to slide down and firmly cup your ass cheek, his thumb pressing insistently into your slick heat.

“mmm— sir,” you hiccup, your eyes rolling back in your head. holy shit, you can barely breathe, his thick tip bumping against your cervix with a deliberate twitch that makes your core clench involuntarily.

he’s told you, countless times now with this newfound intimacy, not to call him sir, but in this raw, primal moment, he finds it… surprisingly arousing.

his heavy, aching balls slap against your backside with each deep rut of his hips, your cunt a wet, messy testament to his relentless assault.

tears stream down your flushed cheeks, and breathless moans tumble from your lips, pleas and whimpers all blurring together. “i— i think i’m gonna come!”

“yeah? is that — fuck — right?” his voice is thick with want.

you whimper, your fingers digging into the polished edge of the desk, anything to anchor you in the storm of sensation. a broken agreement spills from your lips, your jaw slack with the intensity.

the only coherent thought left in your ravaged mind is his name, and it spills from your lips in desperate, repeated chants. it’s music to his ears, inflating his already considerably large ego.

“i’m close too, precious,” satoru grunts, his breath hot against your neck. it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s unloading another thick, syrupy stream of his seed deep inside the slick walls of your cunt, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

he pulls back slightly, panting, his forehead resting against the back of your head. “remind me to give you another bonus,” he murmurs, his voice still rough. “actually, just jot that down. notepad’s on the left, i think.”

dazed and confident, you look to the right.

[bpdgirl7]

I just want a taste. A morsel of what you’re like. I’d let you use me however you wanted. I’d let you dominate me. I’d gladly submit to you. I know you like being in charge and I know you want to give me a try. I can see it in your actions and your eyes. Just give in to me for one night and I’ll have you coming back for more.

[spoonful116]

Love is in the air... or is it?

[heavensentfawn]

Lust, Love, and Limerence