The masculine urge to ride a guy until he's begging me to stop because it's too much for him, softly kissing his face to shush him because I'm not finished using him yet
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The masculine urge to ride a guy until he's begging me to stop because it's too much for him, softly kissing his face to shush him because I'm not finished using him yet
craving fucking a boy into over-stimulation, spurred on by his deliciously delirious moans. oh god oh fuck goddd. 🥵
the existential urge to hold someone’s face in my hands and just admire all their pretty features. maybe even kiss them in the process,,,
I just want to be curled up with my boyfriend, listen to his heartbeat, synch our breathing, and simply melt into his arms <3
men in leather and chains and chains and more chains and all-black clothing and combat boots and and and uhhhh <33
Imagine being fucked so hard that all you can do is lie there and take it. Eyes watering, mouth wide open. All you could do is moan and stupidly wrap your arms around him, trying to hold on.
i havent been super horny lately but whenever i catch myself drifting into that headspace its because im thinking about how hot my boys pussy is. i wanna stretch him out on my fingers and see what noises he would make. i wanna make him lay down so i can sit between his legs and make them wrap around my head. i wanna know exactly what he tastes like and what turns him on. and /no/ other fantasies make me feel as hot as those right now.
not me craving to nuzzle someone's crotch bc i Need them to fuck my mouth but my hands are tied and they're loving every second of my desperation
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thinking abt how i want to fingerfuck a boy and pull his hair and hold his jaw and force him to look at me whilst he's all shy and embarrassed whilst he lets out quiet moans rn
want to pull your hair and make you rut against my thigh... my pretty thing.
giving body worship but in the sweetest n softest way >>>
paying extra attention to where they’re most insecure, whispering sweet things against their soft skin. telling them you love them between gentle kisses. not even caring about your own pleasure, just giving them whatever they need. commenting on how cute they look coming undone beneath you, maybe i’ll even toss in a “i’m so glad you’re mine”
consider it reminding them how much you truly and deeply adore them with every fibre of your being. dedicating yourself to them, reassuring them that you’re not leaving.
Imagine being used as a cock warmer, sitting in his lap and every once in a while he'll fuck into you bringing you close to finishing, stopping when your right on the edge. His hand running though your hair telling you to wait for it.
What about sitting on his lap, grinding back into him and slowly feeling him swell underneath you. His arms wrapped around you trying to pull you down harder, whimpering into your ear about how much he needs you.
sloppy makeouts after mutual oral 🥵
the gentle homoeroticism of the phrase my lover really hits the spot
not to be touch starved but rubbing and squeezing a boys thighs while you kiss him
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after a long day, all i want more than ever is to lay in your arms. to hold you close and wrap my legs around you, holding onto you tight as i drift off. all i want is you and thats all i think about. you’re the home i daydream about. the comfort i so desperately seek everyday. thank you my dear, i couldn’t ask for a better source of comfort really. you know that feeling you get when you’re laying in a cool bed after a long day? that’s what i feel when i talk to you. an immediate sense of relief. a small yet perfect source of comfort. you’re the home i want, the only home i’ll ever need. i love you, thank you for being the home i’ve so desperately needed my whole life.