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softlystolenkisses

Tell me how to touch myself while you watch 🩷

diversed

apodyopsisa

making me taste myself after you fuck me with your fingers.

kissandruin

need to watch a girl suck my fingers while she’s too fucked out to think.

kissandruin

coming home to find my puppy couldn’t wait for mommy to get back to start fucking themselves dumb but then they get all shy when they’ve realised they’ve been caught. “no no puppy , show mommy , don’t get shy now … show mommy what you were doing since you think you can make yourself feel better than how mommy makes you feel , hm ? … don’t stop … oh it’s not as good as when mommy does it ? … hmm you should’ve thought about that before pup … you should’ve remembered how much of a brainless puppy you are … only mommy knows your body and how to make you feel good.”

kissandruin

thinking about about fingering my girl in front of the mirror , her legs spread wide with my hand in between them as she sits between my legs , her hands on the outsides of my thighs where she’s not allowed to move them from and the both of us fixated on the mirror in front of us. i’d watch her face change as she becomes more and more undone after each orgasm. she’d try to look away or hide her face in my neck every time it gets too much and i’d coo and give her fake sympathy before mumbling in her ear “ … nuh uh puppy … i want you to see how good mommy makes you feel … look at how wet you are for me … shhh don’t cry yet i know you have at least one more in you … look at how perfect my angel is” while i kiss up at down her neck and bite on her shoulder just to see her squirm more.

lunamonchtuna

— Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Vera (tr. Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd) (via lunamonchtuna)

nixscriptum

kissandruin

constantly thinking about giving my sweet girl aftercare. there’s genuinely nothing i’d love more than her head on my chest as we catch our breath together , my fingers running through the roots of her hair and murmuring to her so she can feel the vibrations from my chest “… you did so good for me baby .. you were perfect … love you so much … just breathe now angel … let me take care of you now love …”. i’d make sure she drinks some water , maybe a little snack , before i run a bath/shower. i’d wash her hair and leave little kisses over all the marks i left , still telling her how well she did for me and how good she is for letting me take care of her like this. i’d tuck her back into bed , make sure she’s all cosy and put on a comfort show and hold her until she inevitably falls asleep.

oh my god please i need it so badly please i just wanna take care of my girl PUH LEASE

kissandruin

wearing no panties under my dress or skirt so she can creep her hand up between my thighs when we’re in public and touch me , not surprised that i’m already soaked for her , and slap my clit every time i make a sound or try to close my legs.

weltenwellen

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

herbunnyy

There’s something about a needy and perverted older woman I just love especially when she’s shameless! I just want her to touch herself even to my innocent pictures and tell me how hard it is to control herself. I just want to listen to all her fantasies that she finds embarrassing and make them all come true no matter what it takes that’s what I’m good for ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

princessfemme333

If you have a wet dream about me and I'm asleep, it is actually your duty to recreate it with me right then and there.

prinnay

Quick art

brattygh0st

good morning ✨

ruminafire

I... had a thought 🙈 it hit me out of nowhere and I can’t get it out of my head:

You and me out one night, maybe at a party with family or friends. You’ve been teasing me all day, and halfway through the party you pull me back against you or sit me on your lap and I realize that you’re wearing a strap. Your mouth finds my neck and you smirk against my skin as I gasp, but you don’t say anything about it for the rest of the night. After that, I stick closer to you than I should, my hands wandering over your arms, thighs, waist— anything I can reach. At one point when no one is looking, you grab my jaw and growl “behave”. And so I do, being perfectly pleasant through the rest of the party. You insist we stay until almost everyone has left just to drag it out, so I help clean up to pass the time. But as I’m doing the dishes you sneak up behind me and squeeze my hips a bit too roughly. When I sit back down, you sit down next to me and your hand finds my thigh under the table, inching up under the hem of my dress. And when we finally, finally say our goodbyes and walk back to the car, you trail behind me just a bit and watch my hips sway. You open the door for me and I thank you. But I don’t seatbelt myself in. And when you slide into the driver’s seat and close the door, we both stare at each other for a split second before we snap. You reach for me and I’m on top of you in an instant, straddling you and grabbing the seat for balance. Your mouth is on my neck as you ruck up my dress. I sink down on you like it’s nothing, and you groan because you realize how wet I am for you. It’s so rough and desperate and hard and fast— needy. And when I come apart with your name on my tongue and your nails digging into my hips, you kiss me impossibly hard, brush the hair out of my face, and tell me every way you’re going to wreck me when we get back home. ~~🦦

Oh my my my, what an active imagination you have little otter - how wonderfully fascinating to see! And look how well you got me down to a tee- if I didn't enjoy it so much I might worry that I could be so predictable. It certainly sounds like quite the darling plan, pet - and don't think that drive will be long enough to tell you *all* the ways I'm thinking of enjoying you that night...