The only thing written in stone is what they put on your tomb stone. The rest is up to you.
Pull my hair.
Press me back against the wall.
Slam me against it.
Bite my bottom lip until I cry out and let me do the same to you.
Take your frustration out on me.
Let me feel it in the way you kiss my lips.
In the way you grip my hips.
Let me feel your love.
Feel (via workhard-fuck-harder)