My biggest regret is dating someone that hasn’t ate my pussy in 2 years..

Two years is a famine no one should endure. You know exactly what's been missing — that specific hunger directed entirely at you, someone who pulls you close with purpose and stays there, unhurried.

Here you are now, reminding yourself what you deserve: undivided attention, a mouth that treats you like the destination rather than a detour. The ache of that absence sharpens everything.

This is the moment you stop apologizing for wanting it. You're done with partners who skip the best part — done waiting for someone to finally get on their knees and mean it.