Need me a man who sighs in relief and bliss as soon as he puts it in, not moving for a little bit just so he can take in the feeling of you around him after so long
It's just so hypnotizing to watch him masturbate. The gasping and pretty sounds, the hips thrusts against his hand because it feels so good he loses control over his own body, you can feel his skin getting warmer from distance, when he gets flushed and out of his own mind, what a beautiful man
I was listening to Benny Benassi's Satisfaction and it made me think--oh, actually, I posted on my main about the quest to find Ruby Red whenever it happened. two years ago?
anyway it made me think about the fic Ruby Red. (well it made me think about how much fun it would be to do a dirty photoshoot, and then I was like "mm isn't that kinda like in Ruby Red?") I'm sad the author had to abandon it, because they seemed really into the story, and I was also into it (it was soooo good. narratively compelling and steamy) but their life in school (I think it was med school) got too much I think?
I'm glad someone had downloaded the epub so I do have a copy of what existed, but. man. we were getting to a really good part and I doubt (I won't stop hoping but I am being realistic XD) that it will ever be returned to and finished
reaches out for a mote of dust. we could have had it all (it all being one pyrrhic-victory porn novel about a robot)
f/o scent so good you wanna bury your face in their chest and inhale so deep you can taste it on your tongue... the sensation feeling like it reaches the back of your throat... f/o scent so good you'd drink it if you could,. .. f/o scent So good it blanks our your mind, f/o scent tthat uhhh, f/o scent, scent scents scents scents
this or that with your selfship! (nsfw version đ„ mdni)
heat of the moment or slow build up / multiple quick rounds or one long session / hair pulling or marking / gentle touches or passionate grabs / âdonât stopâ or âi need moreâ / bondage or blindfolding / shower sex or kitchen sex / dirty talk or staying quiet / partially clothed or fully naked / edging or overstimulation
heat of the moment or slow build up / multiple quick rounds or one long session / hair pulling or marking / gentle touches or passionate grabs / âdonât stopâ or âi need moreâ / bondage or blindfolding / shower sex or kitchen sex / dirty talk or staying quiet / partially clothed or fully naked / edging or overstimulation
trying to bed a knight like: *unbuttons your jupon* *unbuckles your cuirass* *unbuckles your gorget* *takes off your hauberk* *stops to catch my breath* *unbuttons your gambeson* *takes off your shirt*
"this'll be short," I lied,
anyway, what a gift for him, huh? XD
@cenalingus
heads up for: spit, discussion of moldy food
Bee pushed back from the table. âSo. What do objects-turned-people do for birthdays?â
âI dunno,â Cam replied. âIâve never actually celebrated one.â
A slight cock of her head.
He looked away from her. âWell, no one made that big of a deal about my manufacture date when I was an object, and I obviously didnât celebrate the occasion of my realization last year.â
âMm. Guess so.â
âWhat do you usually do? I seem to remember moldy berries a couple years ago.â
âOh. Yeah. I have no idea how the berries went bad so fast. Kinda made the whole cake gross in retrospect, knowing they were already so close to molding.â
âI liked âem. Theyâre sweeter when they ferment a little.â
Bee crinkled her nose. âBut⊠I hang out with people. Usually I stream a game to friends or we play together in co-op. This year, my sister and I did something Iâd joked about for a long time, âthe video game museum pub crawlâ.â
âThe whatâyou know what, explain later.â
Bee giggled, walking over to the trash can with the detritus of their meal. âSo. What do you want to do?â
Cam watched her press her toes to the pedal of the can, and place the trash inside. As she washed her hands at the sink, he watched the can not quite able to close, its jaws pried open by the slight oversize of the contents.
It reminded him of something heâd picked up on a passing whim, fueled by memories and fantasies of his object days. He swallowed, feeling his cheeks warm.
âCam? You okay?â
âHuh? Oh, yeah.â
âYou just look red.â
âI⊠know what I want to do. Kind of a weird request, though. Maybe.â
âHave I ever told you no?â Bee asked sweetly.
Cam chuckled. âNot when Iâm not in trouble. Lemme go get my bag.â
When he came back, it was with a ball gag in one hand, his overnight bag hanging from the other.
âOh. Oh!â Beeâs eyes went wide. After a second, she asked, ââŠon me, or you?â
âMe. Why?â
âI just got my jaw back in alignment,â she muttered.
âRight. Yeah, no, on me.â
âWell, letâs not waste time,â she purred, taking the gag, then his hand, and dragging him up the stairs to her room.
âDo you want to take your shirt off before we put this on you?â she asked.
âDoes it make a difference? I donât mind a little tease now and again. Despite what I said when you were trying to realize me.â
âI donât know,â Bee answered, slowly, âbut what I do know is I had braces, and those could get stuck on stuff, so I can only imagine the gag hardware would, too.â
âOh. Okay.â He shrugged out of his jacket and tugged off his shirt, sitting on her bed in just shorts now.
Bee didnât say anything, her eyesâ path over his body evident. âGod, youâre hot,â she said finally, frustration in her voice.
âYou say that every time I take my shirt off.â
âYyyyyyup.â She crawled onto the bed and between his legs, the only other thing she said a murmur of âopen up.â
Cam dropped his jaw, and Bee carefullyâalmost too gently, considering what she was doingâsettled the gag in his mouth. He bit down on the layer of rubber, and watched her focus as she fastened it in place, admiring her.
She slipped her fingers under each side to make sure it wasnât too tight. âGood?â
He nodded, with a muffled âuh-huh.â
With his mouth held open like that, spit was beginning to gather at the edges of his mouth. Bee swiped some away, but mostly just looked at him.
âI donât know what Iâm supposed to do here. Iâm not this kind of kinky.â
Cam laughed through his nose, but slipped his hands under her dress, pulling it up as it draped over his arms.
âYou want it off?â
He nodded.
She grabbed its hem and whipped it off, and his pupils dilated at the sight of her, bra perfectly cupping her, andâoh, those were new.
He guessed they had to be. He kept stealing all her other pairs.
He lifted his hands again and wiggled, asking permission to touch.
âYeah, go ahead,â Bee said, scooting closer to him.
First, he squeezed her over her bra, then dipped his hand inside.
She sighed, scooting closer again.
While he was occupied with that, salivating more now that his hands were on her, she brought her hands to his shortsâ waistband. She popped open the button, then took hold of the zipper, dragging it down slowly.
Cam met her eyes, cheeks starting to darken when he knew what she was doing.
âWant me to stop?â she asked.
He shook his head.
She chuckled. âAll right.â
Now it was her turn to dip her hand beneath the fabric he wore, and she freed him from the confines of cotton.
âHmm, you really are into this gag thing,â she mumbled, taking him in hand and gathering his precum on her thumb. She licked it off and he let out a muffled moan, dripping both in her hand and around the gag.
âAw, baby,â she cooed. She wiped his mouth with the hand that had just been around him, and used it as lube to stroke him.
He pressed his hips closer, trying to get himself more friction against her hand.
âHey, easy,â was all she said in response, giving him what he wanted with measuredânot fast, but not slowâmovements and a little bit more pressure.
The gag was keeping Cam from forming words, but not from making noise, and unsure of her technique as Bee was, she must have been doing just fine, because she was getting a symphony of sounds for her efforts.
So she kept at it, following the lead of his pleasured sounds and how he moved so she could satisfy him.
When his breath quickened, she kept at exactly what she was doing, and it didnât take long before there came a low, muffled groan and he spilled across her fingers, but with enough force to hit her stomach, too.
âWow,â was all she said, before she wiped her hand off, then reached up and undid the gag and carefully took it out of his mouth. She rubbed at his mandible, just in caseâshe knew that kind of jaw painâand asked him, âThoughts?â
âYou want me to think after that?â
She laughed. âItâs just that you can say stuff now.â
He pulled her down on top of him, ignoring the mess that was pressed between their bodies now. âYou already said it. Wow.â