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24 | She/her ACCOUNT ON HOLD.

[lettersofdesire]

Apparently I have a voice kink 🙂‍↕️

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When she’s so pretty it makes my brain fuzzy 🫠

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Neck grabbing, ear biting and tongue sucking 🫠

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When she’s so polite and uses her manners to beg 🫠

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I’m horny and tired.

Someone come and touch me whilst I sleep, please

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The weight of the day on my shoulders, drops off the minute I walk through the front door. The smell of home cooked food dances through my senses and pulls out a sigh of relief from me.

With careless effort I drop my bag to the floor and kick off my shoes, I find my body gravitating towards her.

She’s stood in the kitchen, wearing one of my t-shirts, sweats hanging off her hips and hair tied up messily.

I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful.

Walking up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and chin on her shoulder, feeling the way she melts back against me.

“Missed you, my princess” I whisper, my face tucked into her neck and placing a soft kiss. I feel the way she shivers slightly, pulling a smile onto my lips, knowing the effect I have on her.

“Missed you more”

My heart flutters at her soft words, before I turn her around, drop my hands to the back of her thighs and lift her up effortlessly. A giggled gaps leaves her lips as I sit her on the counter.

“Baby! I was making your dinner!” She protests with a chuckle. I pepper kisses all over her pretty face, making her laugh. My favorite sound in the world.

“I’ll finish it. You just sit there and look beautiful” I tease, causing her to roll her eyes. Before my own soften.

“All I’ve wanted is to come home and be with you, to care for you. So let me… please”. My hand, tucks some loose hair, behind her ear with tenderness.

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I wonder if you feel the way I yearn for you.

To feel your skin pressed against mine. Chest to chest, legs intertwined.

Do you feel the way my heart beats for you as you lay your head on my chest.

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The TV hums with some movie playing, but honestly? I stopped paying attention a long time ago. Instead, my eyes are locked onto the side of her face, watching how her eyelashes caress her cheeks as she blinks. How her lips twitch with every giggle as she watches the movie intently. I give her knee a fond squeeze, with her legs draped over my lap.

Time goes on, when she shifts and makes a move to stand up. My eyebrows furrow slightly and I tighten my hold on her.

“Where are you going, princess?” I murmur, my voice a little hoarse from not speaking for a while. This pulls a giggle from her lips as she shifts again.

“I need to pee, baby” She chuckles softly.

At that point, I should’ve let her go. But something in my chest stirred a little bit and I held her tighter, moving her to sit on my lap instead, whispering a soft “stay” as I let my hands trail up from her knee to rest on her thigh.

“Love, I really need to go” She wiggles against me, trying to make me let her go. Instead I just kiss up her shoulder and neck, exposed by the tank top she’s wearing.

My hands trails further up her thigh, and into the waist band of her sweats. I look up at her with soft eyes, questioning. She looks unsure but intrigued, before giving me a soft nod.

“That’s my girl” My voice is a whisper as my hand dips inside her panties too, feeling the wetness of her folds, which tears a moan from my own lips.

My fingers are quick to find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles and her hips begin to roll.

“Baby— it’s gonna make me—“

“I know Princess, that’s the point”

My fingers leave her clit and two dip inside her, curling just right. My thumb moves to her clit and continues the rubbing as the duel stimulating makes her walls flutter around my fingers. It doesn’t take long before she’s whining.

“Let it go, baby girl” And she does, at first it’s just a little, the wet warmth coating my hands, followed by a whimper from her lips. Before she gets lost in the feeling and lets go completely.

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Intro Post

🖤24

🤍she/her

🖤Femme

🤍Virgo

🖤Service Top

This account is to write about my fantasies and desires; mostly NSFW.

Claimed anons: 🫧, 🥀, 🍄,🧚‍♀️,🦋

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(Most are giving and more are pending)

Mommy kink, body worship, switch, omorashi (kinda), giving praise, overstimulation. Heavy on aftercare, using toys, slight exibitionism, somno.

🤍Dislikes🤍

Scat, vomit, feet, men, masochism, racism, homophobia of any kind, transphobia, hatred in general, rape.

Men and minors DNI

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I picture us laying face to face, the silence around us like a warm blanket. It’s not awkward. It never is with you.

I get lost in your eyes, coloured like a sunlit forest, with so much hidden in their depths.

When I eventually tear my eyes away from them, I take my time to trace every other feature on your pretty face. The freckles across your nose, the slight frown of your brows and the plumpness of your lips. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

I could lay here forever with you, tucking the hair away from your forehead, wanting nothing to block your beauty from my view.

But your beauty isn’t just skin deep. God, it’s so much more than that. Your soul holds beauty deeper than the oceans, taller than the trees and older than the mountains.

You’re one in 8.3 billion, baby girl.

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Wanna settle between her legs, arms hooked under her thighs, keeping them perched on my shoulders. Hands steadying her hips.

Kissing her inner thighs, seeing the way her pussy glistens in desperation. So eager for me to have her.

My tongue glides through her folds, gathering up her arousal, pulling a moan from my throat as her taste takes over my senses.

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Out of all your anons, what made you pick Emily?

I mean I know she’s drop dead gorgeous, but would like to know how it all happened and the why.

~anonymously anonymous !

Hey anonymous!

Emily was never one of my anons. I was already talking to Emily long before I even had any anons. You may already know the story since I’ve spoken about it a few times now but in case you are new. I initially made a devils wears prada blog but I stumbled across Emily’s page right after I made it. From the wlw tag I believe. I was immediately intrigued because I had no idea this side of tumblr existed since I had literally just joined that day. I changed the theme of my own blog and I sent her an anon because I wanted to talk to her. I ended up only sending two or three anons before she dm’d me (fun fact Emily was my first follower). Since that first message back in May we have spoken pretty much constantly every day since then. Staying up way too late way too often. The only time we don’t talk is if we are asleep, she has classes or I’m forced to give work my full attention.

Yes, she is absolutely gorgeous. You have no idea just how beautiful she is. The little smile she gets when shes shy, the grin when she’s laughing, her eyes (oh god I need to get back on track) but as beautiful as she is. I adored her long before I even knew what she looked like.

Now, I don’t want to go on and on for hours because I absolutely could when it comes to Emily… she makes me laugh, she genuinely makes me giggle so much I feel like a teenager again. My cheeks constantly hurt with how much I’m smiling all the time. She’s so funny and silly, in a way probably most of you wouldn’t expect. As funny and dramatic as she can be she’s also deep and thoughtful. Emily has so many sides to her and I feel grateful every time I see each one.

I didn’t pick Emily, it was always Emily. This account wouldn’t even exist if it wasn’t for her.

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Every time I close my eyes, I picture a life different to this.

I’m somewhere far away, a little bit of land under my name, a cottage somewhere in the middle, surrounded by flowers and trees.

Maybe I’d own a horse or two, a few cows and chickens to love.

I’d grow fruit a vegetables, too many for just me.

I’d be tired every day, probably complain about it too. The ache in my back and knees, the callouses on my hands and odd tan lines on my skin.

But at the end of the day, when I kick off my shoes, wipe the sweat from my brows. Take a fresh shower and collapse into bed, too tired to think. Too tired to worry. That’s where I want to be.

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And if, at the gates of heaven, I’m turned away for loving a woman.

I’ll happily walk hand in hand to the pits of hell with her.

Because my time on earth has been heavenly enough with her by my side.

I’ve spent every waking moment worshiping her body and soul.

No God, no entity, no religion can tear me away from her.

So I’ll stand face to face with satan himself, if it means her hand holds mine for eternity.

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When she sounds like heaven, and tastes like sin.

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I watch her face as she talks animatedly about her day, the way her eyes lighten and crease along with her facial expressions. The way her lips move with each syllable.

The sparkle in her eyes drawing me in like a siren song.

A soft smile finds its way onto my lips without me even realizing, hand tracing her knee as we’re sat side by side in the couch.

Her scent envelopes me as she rests her head on my shoulder, sweet shampoo and perfume. The familiar smell of her.

She continues telling me about her days activities, but I notice the way tiredness seeps through her bones as she rests agaisnt me.

As her sentence comes to a natural end, I tuck my finger under her chin and tilt her face up to mine.

“Yeah?” She whispers softly, a blush coating her cheeks.

I shake my head adoringly.

“You’re so beautiful.” My words cause her blush to deepen and eyes to drop down briefly.

with my finger still hooked under her chin, I bring my lips to hers. Soft, slow, us.

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In the mood to lay face to face. Tender eye contact and legs tangled under the sheets.

My fingers trace her facial features, tucking some hair behind her ear, watching her eyes flutter at the touch.

So beautiful. So pretty. So her. And so mine.