cheeselarry

cheeselarry:

okay so here’s Ariana’s song,written by HARRY
I’ve chosen some hm sentences:

1. “ I can’t even think STRAIGHT but I can tell
       You were just with HER”

2. “I know I’m not your only
      But I’ll still be a fool
      Cayse I’m a fool for you”

3. “I don’t ever tell you how I really feel
    Cause I can’t find the words to say what I mean”

AND NOW
Imagine Harry writting it in thought of Louis
I’m crying it’s so perfectharry

her-master
her-master:

Seeing this makes me think. It makes me think that I probably know exactly how to touch her to make her move like this. It also makes me think that I know how to make her move differently. If I touch and tease her nipple just so, how her toes will flutter like butterflies—how they will stretch when I suck that nipple hard into my mouth and push into it with the hot strength of my tongue—how her feet will move impatiently side to side when I tease that wet, silky soft skin around her pussy—how her feet will freeze as her breath catches if I choose to hurt her—how they will kick in desperation if I tighten my hand around her throat, choosing if to give her air… or not—how those toes will point and every fiber of her calves will strain as I lead her closer and closer to the edge with my finger rubbing her tender clit just so, and how her body will explode in stars if I let her go over that edge for me.
Yes, seeing this does make me think.

her-master:

Seeing this makes me think. It makes me think that I probably know exactly how to touch her to make her move like this. It also makes me think that I know how to make her move differently. If I touch and tease her nipple just so, how her toes will flutter like butterflies—how they will stretch when I suck that nipple hard into my mouth and push into it with the hot strength of my tongue—how her feet will move impatiently side to side when I tease that wet, silky soft skin around her pussy—how her feet will freeze as her breath catches if I choose to hurt her—how they will kick in desperation if I tighten my hand around her throat, choosing if to give her air… or not—how those toes will point and every fiber of her calves will strain as I lead her closer and closer to the edge with my finger rubbing her tender clit just so, and how her body will explode in stars if I let her go over that edge for me.

Yes, seeing this does make me think.