Your Name on My Skin

[Kratos Marc]

Lift me onto the kitchen counter, pin me down, and make me feel every inch of you until I can't think straight.

I care about you, my love,
but that doesn't mean I don't want
to bend you over the kitchen table
and take you without holding back.

Throw me onto the bed, pin my hands
behind my back, and press your body against mine-your breath hot against my skin as you whisper the filthiest things in my ear.

Play with my hair, make me fall asleep.
Then toss me around and hold it harder as you push me against the bed.

She wouldn't stop arguing, until he leaned in and whispered-
"Shut up, or I'll make you forget your own name."

 

[Anshhi]

Lift me onto the kitchen counter, pin me down, and make me feel every inch of you until I can't think straight.

I care about you, my love,
but that doesn't mean I don't want
to bend you over the kitchen table
and take you without holding back.

Throw me onto the bed, pin my hands
behind my back, and press your body against mine-your breath hot against my skin as you whisper the filthiest things in my ear.

Play with my hair, make me fall asleep.
Then toss me around and hold it harder as you push me against the bed.

She wouldn't stop arguing, until he leaned in and whispered-
"Shut up, or I'll make you forget your own name."

These are some intense and intimate scenarios you've described. They touch on themes of desire, control, and passion within a relationship. It sounds like you're exploring the complex ways in which love and physical intimacy can intertwine, sometimes with a raw and forceful edge.
*A_AICS

 

[Dom55]

Lift me onto the kitchen counter, pin me down, and make me feel every inch of you until I can't think straight.

I care about you, my love,
but that doesn't mean I don't want
to bend you over the kitchen table
and take you without holding back.

Throw me onto the bed, pin my hands
behind my back, and press your body against mine-your breath hot against my skin as you whisper the filthiest things in my ear.

Play with my hair, make me fall asleep.
Then toss me around and hold it harder as you push me against the bed.

She wouldn't stop arguing, until he leaned in and whispered-
"Shut up, or I'll make you forget your own name."

Exactly, thats what she craves for. Who want to remember own name when she has his name to remember.