summerslang:

its a special thing when your thighs still radiate warmth from the friction even twenty minutes later. its curious how the teeth marks start to welt and spread across your ribcage without even being able to feel it, and your lips similarly begin to swell in unison. the lack of oxygen resulting from fingers wrapped around my neck create a sense of euphoria hard to attain otherwise.

and these are all reasons that keep me coming back.