As he was inside me, with his weight on top of me, he kissed me on my forehead softly again and again- in between kissing my lips hard and passionately, as he said 'You know what a kiss on the forehead means'.
I was silent.
I knew what it meant. It meant protection. Respect. It meant undying love. It meant I'm his, and his alone. It meant 'you're mine'. It meant I mean the world to him. I didn't need to answer his statement. He knew I knew what it meant. We understood each other in those sweet seconds as he stayed inside me.
And in that moment, I fell in love with him more than I already do...
And he didn't even know it.
Every man hopes to have a good woman by his side, but many don’t realize that women with genuine hearts come with real, powerful emotions. They feel everything deeply, love with intensity, and give their whole heart to the people they care about.
A good woman is loyal to the core, but her tender heart means she can also become frustrated, hurt, or emotional when something doesn’t feel right. This isn’t a sign of weakness—it’s simply because she cares so deeply.
Sure, she might have her moody days, but one thing is certain: when a good woman loves you, it’s a rare, precious kind of love.
It’s a love you won’t find anywhere else. Value it.
‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 Abdullah
#Abdullah #KittyCat
This goes to .....
I still love you, but I’m setting you free.
You know how deeply I cared for you, don’t you?
You must know how many silent tears I shed, how many nights I wished you’d realize that indifference wounds more than words.
I never asked for much—just to be seen, to be felt, to be loved the way I loved you.
But instead, you made me feel invisible, even when I was right beside you.
I still love you, but that love no longer chains me.
It no longer keeps me stuck in a one-sided battle—where I was the only one trying, hoping, believing.
I won’t ask for your time anymore.
I won’t ask for your attention anymore.
I won’t ask for love anymore.
I won’t ask for honesty anymore.
I won’t ask you to choose me anymore.
I won’t ask for anything anymore.
I’m letting you go—not because I stopped caring, but because love was never meant to be this painful.
Maybe one day, you’ll understand what you lost.
But by then, I will be somewhere far away —where love is not pleaded for, but given freely.
Abdullah.
Did you think about her as you were driving alone? Maybe in the middle of a meeting. Or maybe as you're working on a document alone in your office. Did you remember how you had her on the floor under your desk? Over your desk? In the conference room where you typically sit when you're making a deal? Her presence is at your work at any point of the day in different rooms.
Maybe you can even smell her perfume lingering, remembering those moments. Do you close your eyes as you see it in your mind? Still hearing her moans? You can almost feel her writhing under you. All as if it was just yesterday. Yet was months ago. The anticipation just grows throughout your day.
Visioning how she turns and looks at you with that look only she gives you. You know the one. The one that makes you sit back and just want her as you're at dinner. The clock is ticking and your anxiousness grows knowing you'll meet that night. No one ever made you feel the way she does. No one ever connected with you on so many levels, especially sexually.
She meshes with and wraps around you like the scarf around her neck-as you pull it back and twist to choke her as you're kissing her in your car. No one knows you and understands you the way she does. You never fully showed anyone all that you are, the real you....except for her. She knows.
She can gauge your reactions, your feelings, your next words, your mood, even your next thoughts. You've never been this open and raw with anyone else.
And neither has she. Only you know the real her. All the sides of her that makes her who she is. You also gauge her moods, her reactions, her feelings.
You know her more than anyone else ever has. It takes a lot for her to show the real her. Just like you. And you found it in each other. No other relationship you had was like this. Intense, raw, open, high trust, sensual, romantic, and dark all in one. You can't get enough of each other. So yes, you anticipate all day while you're at work.
Waiting for that time you'll meet again and feel her body against yours. Her hair in your fist, your mouth on her neck. All she has to do is close her eyes and imagine and feel as if you're right there, touching her, feeling her.
Now all you have to do is text her what lingerie set you want her to wear. Only thing is...will she listen. Will she challenge you and rile you, stirring something deep and primal inside?
She enjoys doing that to you. And You know you love it.
A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.
He dipped his fingers into my mouth
and called me his.
I brought the animal out in him.
The side he showed no one else.
And I became something feral, taunting, and submissive. The very thing he needed and craved.
I felt wanted and adored.
He felt needed, cathartic, and in control.
And when we collided, storms erupted violently.
No one will come to save you but some will offer you their hand to hold when life gets tough and those are the ppl that matter.
“Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.”
When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
- Abdullah
Your Love.
“How amazing is it to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”
‿ℒℴνℯ⁀💕 Abdullah
Trees know when we are close by. The chemistry of their roots and the perfumes of their leaves pump out change when we're near... when you feel good after a walk in the woods, it may be that certain species are bribing you.
"Perhaps, somewhere, someday, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again" - Abdullah.
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