I think one thing it’s important to know about Pac was that he was able to have long-term relationships and friendships with women. And that he still means so much to his friends. If he were just screwing around with these women, people wouldn’t remember that. That’s not stuff you cry about after someone is gone. You’re sad that you can’t talk to him anymore. He listened to his friends intently. And remember everything. I can’t believed he could remember things will all that weed he smoked. I’d say to him, I’m glad your brain still works.” 

              — Jasmine Guy

Just Fuck Me
Don’t be afraid to hurt me.
I know you worry. Please don’t. I’m not as fragile as you think.

Don’t tug my hair. Grab it. Force me to my knees with your hands in my hair wrapped in a fist. Pull hard. Make my eyes water.

Don’t graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again.

Don’t caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in.

Don’t nudge my knees apart. Move them like they’re yours to spread. With intention. With possession.

Don’t hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still.

I want it to still hurt tomorrow.
I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints.

Don’t ask me if I’m ok.
I need to let go and not think.
I need you to make me yours.

Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs.

These are the things I can’t control. I don’t want to control. That’s the point.

Don’t doubt.
Don’t worry.
Don’t overthink.

Just fuck me.

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(Source: sirsgoodgirls)