I’m shyer than you think.
I’m so much bolder in my brain. In my fantasies, I’m a shameless little vixen. I know exactly what to say to drive you insane with lust, but honestly? The reality is much, much tamer.
The reality is that my requests get stuck on the tip of my tongue, and I can never find the right words. I can matter-of-factly discuss my fantasies and write them down on a piece of paper, but actually asking for cock or a spanking or even sex in general has me blushing. It makes me squirm. It makes me smile this embarrassed smile, makes me bite my lip and look away. I’ve never done this before. I may claim to be this insatiable slut, and maybe I am, but I’m dressed in an angel’s clothing and the zipper is stuck.
But there are ways. I may be shy, but I have no shortage of ideas. If I can’t ask with words, I can hint with actions. I keep squirming in my seat, so I must be wet and throbbing. You’ll just have to check. I flashed you my ass in the grocery store; I must need a spanking. I don’t ever suck my thumb — not unless I want your cock in my mouth. And on days when I’m feeling needy for cock, when I want nothing more than for you to fuck me hard into the mattress, you may just find me lying there with my panties down.
After all, good girls don’t beg unless they’re told to.
That’s actually a theory incorporated into M-theory (string theory)
Sorry, I just used the word theory three times.
Basically, there is a possibility, if string theory is correct and atoms are actually made up of tiny strings vibrating in 10 dimensions, we could have infinite parallel universes inside each and every quark contained in our body. We’re huge to them, and tiny to the universe WE are contained in.
How bout that? There could be billions upon trillions of creatures, things, worlds, inside each atom inside us. Infinite universes in one quark.
Mia your geek is showing.
This is why I study physics.
…whoah. brb, contemplating this forever.
So does that mean that when we die all those billions of universes and creatures die within us?
I knew I am a god
I fucking knew it
holy crap that is like world-ception
Dude what if stories and characters are real living in one of the many universes in the mind of the author. The author just happens to be in touch with them in someway.
This is where our characters live.
these are my legit beliefs.
anytime you think a telepath is overhearing your perverted thoughts just start flirting with them
if they flirt back, you get to date a telepath
if they reject your advances, they exposed themselves and you turn them into the government for experimentation
it’s a win win