seeing my partner writhing under (or on top, I don't mind either way) me is so ARGHH. Like, they're feeling pleasure because of ME, because of what I'm doing to them, and seeing every twitch their face make is enough to make me combust
sure, forcing them down and taking from them is fine, but why do that when I can lay them down gently and take my time with them ๐ฅ๐ฅ
let me pepper every inch of their skin with kisses, let me see them cryโnot from painful pleasure but from how gently I'm treating them
JUST LET ME
(also I have a very specific kink of holding hand while doing it.. just me?)
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The thing is- I'm a big vanilla fan. I'm not very kinky- though, I can be, don't get me wrong
There's just... this special feeling on when the sex is slow, sensual and romantic- were it isn't even sex anymore, but actually lovemaking.
Like, I love to stare at my partner as they feel the pleasure I bring to them. There's just something about it when you physically see the pleasure on their face, in their eyes.
Though- getting a little kinky is okay in my books. But everytime? No, I'd prefer to keep the kinky stuff for... special days. I'd rather make love than fuck.
And also, I LOVE hands- I love to hold hands actual, I still do- when me and my mom walk together, I always hold her hand, it's comforting actually. So absolutely that will be integrated into the lovemaking
I'm def a pleasure dom / service top, I don't know why.. but seeing my partner in pleasure. is like the greatest achievement in my opinion
Oh, you like it when I move my finger like this? Okay, baby, I'll continue doing it. Oh, you like it when I move my tongue like this? On it, your pleasure is my goal, love. You want it rough? Of course. You want it soft? Absolutely
Your pleasure is something I'm fascinated about. Pure art in my eyes, something I'm addicted to seeing.
I mean, I can get submissive, yes- but your pleasure? That's what I'm only thinking about. Guide me, tell me what to do, what makes you tick and shiver, what you enjoy, anything to hear those sweet moans from your lips
Your pleasure is my fantasy.
And I won't even ask for anything, won't ask you to return the favor. Your pleasure brings me pleasure.
I love hearing moans, that you're vocal, telling me that I'm making you feel good, and that you want me to continue- you don't even need to speak baby, just let me look into your face as I make you cum, let me see the pleasure on your face. Baby, this is all I need.
I love older men, in every way possible. I just want to bury my face between the thighs of a older hairy man... is that too much to ask? I don't want twinks. I want muscle, and beards, with hairy legs, and a happy trail- DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE HAPPY TRAIL.
calling all the readers of my two posts (found here: pt. 1 - pt. 2 )
I need help. what kind of person should [Name]/You, be? I've never really specified what kind of personality you had/have in the two posts, only that you do sport and is a bit muscular. But other than that, nothing else so far (correct me if I'm wrong)
So, I'm putting it in your hands- I have like so many different versions in mind. And I don't mind doing alts (of pt. 3 that is to come), but I'm curious about what you guys want.
[Name]'s personality
golden retriever energy but a horny dog in the inside
caring & very sweet, soft dom / normal dom
acts nice, but is actually a hardcore dom in private (and cruel/mean)
shy jock, very much a pleaser (subtop, or soft dom, consent is asked for a lot)
other (suggest in comments or comment under the one you like the most)
Voting ended onJul 8, 2025
Also, I need a name for the dilf- not full name maybe, but like a last name- I thought about Mr. Johnson, or Mr. Macey (not related to anyone, I came up with these on a whim), but you guys can suggest some names for our said dilf if you want to.
If you're confused on what some of the suggested personalities mean, just ask in the comments or asks of my page! I'll try to go into detail for you and explain them<3
IMAGINNING... an older man in love with a much younger one, part two. Maybe he saw you mowing the lawn, your shirt off- your skin damp with sweat and glistening in the scourging sun, maybe he attended one of your games, watching you play- watching as you used your shirt to wipe your face, showing off your stomach. Either way... he couldn't stop thinking of you. He was ashamed of that- why you? And god... don't remind him of your age, he winces each time he hears how old you actually are.
He just couldn't help himself, he kept masturbating, fingering, jerking himself off every time he can- in the shower, in his bed, in his office, before and after work. He was addicted, shamefully so.
But, when one does something over and over, the same way, the same thought- it gets... boring, doesn't it?
The first time he fingered himself- it was great, so many new pleasures opening up for him, he even managed to find his prostate! But it didn't feel the same anymore after fingering himself a few more times, not as exciting anymore in a way. He even added more fingers- but still, it wasn't enough.
Of course, he wasn't oblivious to... certain toys. He owns a fleshlight- which is how we got here. It was probably 11pm currently, and he was busy scrolling on his phone... looking through a certain website- he was suppose to only get a new fleshlight, so... why did the package that arrived at his doorstep contain a... is that a dildo?
Okay, well, he DID buy it. But he didn't mean too! His... his uhh... finger slipped? And he accidently put in his credit card info, yeah, that's what happened, definitely.
Now he's just sitting there, on his couch- staring at the package- he thought he dreamed about purchasing it- not actually! God... he's so embarrassed, he could barely look at it without blushing. What the hell was he going to do with it? He- he never used a... dildo... before...
God, just saying or thinking of the word made him embarrassed. Was he really this smitten? That thinking of you so much would make him resort to this?
So, he just pushed it into his drawer- and went to bed
But... he just couldn't fall asleep, and he hated that. Staring up at the ceiling as he laid there- his thoughts kept going back to the dildo- and to you.
Was your cock the same size as the dildo- Wait, why was he thinking of that? It's not like he'll ever get that close to you- you're too young, he's too old... you probably wouldn't even want him... right?
Fuck it.
He opened the drawer and pulled out the dildo- desperation and shame crossing over his eyes as his face heats, god... was he really doing this? He can't believe he's gotten to this point- that he's actually going to use this... this toy.. on himself!
Taking off his clothes and dropping them onto the floor, he placed the dildo by his side, grabbing the lube and covering his fingers with it in almost of a haste- he was desperate okay? Give him some slack.
He pressed his two fingers against his hole- letting out a soft low breath as the cold liquid pressed against him. A hum that sounded too much like a whimper coming next from his mouth as he pushed his fingers inside of himself- his hole was already practically used to his fingers with how much he'd finger himself.
Soft, low moans were heard in his room as he worked himself open- his walls clenching down on his own fingers. He could feel it, himself getting needy- even more desperate.
He looked to the side- glancing at the dildo. He... was a little ashamed, to say the least- but did that stop him from grabbing it? Absolutely not
Picking it up and giving it a once over- god... he was actually going to do it... Of course, he was a little nervous, and flustered, at the sight of the dildo- it wasn't massive! But it wasn't small either...
He pulled his fingers out of himself before bringing the dildo up to his entrance. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes tightly- he pushed the dildo in.
A cut off moan was heard from his lips when the dildo finally entered him- the stretch burned a bit... but... it felt good... He let out another loud stretched out moan as he pushed the dildo to the hilt inside of him- the tip pressing right up against his prostate.
His eyes were wide when he opened them- he never thought it would feel this good... taking a cock- even if it's silicone- inside of his ass, he would've done it sooner if he knew... but, better late than never.
He started slow at first, getting used to feeling something other than his fingers inside of him. Soft moans spilling from his lips, just focusing on the feeling of it moving in and out... in and out... in... and out...
Fuck, it felt good- really good, why did he never do this before? Never explored sexually like this? Fuck... what were you doing to him? Making him try all of these new things... just so that he can please you when you finally give him the dicking he needs
Not long after- he started to fuck himself faster... and faster... and faster...
It just felt too good alright? Don't blame him- he never had a cock inside of him before, and it just felt too fucking good. His moans getting louder- his cock throbbing and leaking pre on his stomach, his chest raising and lowering with haste, his brows furrowed upwards- his expression was a painting of pure pleasure- he couldn't stop... it was almost like he was... cockdrunk
And then- he couldn't take it anymore, his hand gripping his cock as he moved the dildo as fast as he could inside of him- his moans slutty and whorish as he desperately worked himself up to his nearing orgasm, his hand moving up and down on his shaft in a blur.
A low guttural moan left his mouth, his head thrown backwards as his eyes roll back too- his hand stopping on his cock and the dildo pushed as far as it can go inside of him as his cock squirts a thick load of cum onto his belly, some even reaching his chest a bit!
He just laid there, his body jittering ever so slightly, heavily breathing as he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes once more wide. God.. he never came so hard in his life before.
He couldn't believe he just did that, he fucked himself with a dildo... while thinking of you.
When the sun shone the next morning, it was a peaceful evening- hot as well. He was standing in the kitchen, the slight, ache in his lower back was there- man, his body couldn't even handle that? Man... it makes him feel older than he already is. He was busy making an evening coffee when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring- confused, he didn't expect anyone today.
He calmly placed his cup back down on the counter before walking to the front door- unlocking it and opening the door. But his eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat when he met eyes with you
You were sweating a bit- and slightly out of breath, like you had just came back from a run. You smiled at him.
"Hey Mr. [...], sorry to bother you... would you mind if I stay with you? My dad's at work and I forgot my keys to the house- just till my dad gets home or when he finally answer my calls"
ooo cliffhanger, I lowk spent a whole day on this wtf. If this gains 500 likes, I'll make a part 3 where we fuck ๐
A little drabble of Sergio Marquina/The Professor for my pookie @eatingoutmen <33 spending your birthday with your bae (aka, Sergio)
You never really celebrated your birthday as much anymore- maybe when you were 6, or something, but now, as you got older- it wasn't really that special anymore, you were simply just one year older now
But your boyfriend, Sergio, didn't want this birthday to be like that. You had told him that you didn't want a party or anything big like that. He respected it- but that doesn't mean he wasn't going to get you anything... a thought had formed in his head, on how to make your birthday special
So imagine your surprise when you came into your shared bedroom with Sergio finding the lights dimmed, candles lit, some... slow sensual song playing faintly and- was that vanilla you smell in the air?
As you took of your jacket, looking around the room with surprise and amusement, Sergio came out of the bathroom- smiling slightly when he saw you, "I didn't hear you come in, amor" he would say, walking closer to you.
"What...? What is all this?" You asked, still smiling as Sergio moved closer to you, his hands going to your shoulder, "Just something small, I wanted to do something special for you, on your special day" Sergio answered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
But before you could answer, probably with "You didn't need to" or something along the lines of that, Sergio kissed your, holding your head between his hands, directing you to the bed. And before you know it, you feel Sergio push you down onto the bed by your shoulders.
The act caught you off guard- you'd known Sergio as more of a... pillow prince in the bed, enjoying you to take the lead in everything, as he just... takes it.. and begs oh sweetly for more... But he wanted to do something else, switch it up, for your special day- he was going to make you feel real special tonight.
Sitting up on your elbows, watching Sergio with wide, but excited, eyes. You liked how assertive Sergio got with you. You were used to call the shots in the bedroom after all.
Sergio slowly untied his tie, slipping it off slowly before letting it drop to the floor. Going to his shirt, he slowly unbuttoned it, moving from each button to the next with sensual, purposefully slow movements. It was practically torture making you watch him, but... it was a torture you liked.
You watched, biting your bottom lip, as Sergio's shirt dropped to the floor, his torso bare for your eyes now. His hands moving to unbuckle his belt, letting his trousers too fall to the floor. But as you went to unbutton your own shirt- Sergio slapped your hands away softly, "Let me, amor" he whispered, climbing onto your lap.
Sergio pressed his lips against yours, before pressing kisses down to your neck, and with each button he unbuttons, the lower his kisses goes. From your collar bones, to your chest... to your stomach... and with the last button being unbuttoned, he pressed a kiss right above the waistline of your pants.
"Cariรฑo... you this excited for your present?" Sergio would mumbled out, taking notice of the growing tent in your pants. Chuckling as he rubbed his hand over it, "Don't worry, you'll get it soon, amor", he whispered, pressing a kiss to your crotch before unbuckling your belt.
And when you felt his mouth around you cock? It was like heaven. Sergio's mouth was warm... wet... and the suction? Enough to make your eyes roll back into your head.
He sucked your cock slowly, sensually. His tongue pressing against your tip. His mouth working on getting your cock nicely wet and rock hard- if you weren't already hard before, you definitely were now. Feeling how he softly moans around your cock, the vibrations going straight to your core.
And you know what? This wasn't even the present, yet, at least. Sergio was just getting you as hard as possible, making you feel good and as relaxed as he can.
And you were definitely relaxed
"You want your gift now, Cariรฑo?~" He asked as he removed his mouth from your cock. You couldn't help yourself from nodding desperately at his suggestion. Watching as your boyfriend slips off his underwear, letting out a low hum as you saw his full naked body now, bare only for you.
Sergio moved upwards, moving to sit on your lap. His ass hovering over your eager cock. As Sergio gripped your cock, pressing it against his hole- you spoke up before he could sink down, "No prep?" You asked, slightly confused. Sergio only chuckled, "What do you think I was doing in the bathroom?" He answered, a smile forming on his face and realization formed on yours.
With no more complaints or anything else you were going to blurt out, Sergio slowly sunk down onto you cock. A long, dragged out, moan leaving his mouth, his eyes closing for a second as he savoured the feel of you entering him.
"Dios mรญo.." Sergio moaned out as he took you to the hilt- you don't fully know what Sergio did in the bathroom while you were gone... but his body was not resisting you at ALL. Especially with how easily your cock entered him.. and feeling how he deliberately clenches around you, adding to the pleasure you were already feeling.
Grinding his hips down onto yours, biting his bottom lip as his brows furrowed upwards- god, you love that face he always makes. The face of pure pleasure.
Your hands gripped Sergio's thighs as he began to fully ride you now. The thrusts started slow- Sergio wanted to drag this out for as long as he could. He didn't want the pleasure to stop, he didn't want the love to stop.
But, he couldn't help himself. The longer he felt your cock rubbing against his insides, the more he was losing himself to the pleasure. The thrusts deliberately going faster... and faster. Moans, and moans and even more moans fell from Sergio's lips, his eyes closed as I leaned down slightly, one hand gripping the bedframe and the other placed on your chest.
"Enjoying- mm... your gift?" Sergio breathed out, his face flushed as he moved on top of you, a smile formed upon his lips. You simply chuckled, nodding your head, responding with a: "Very much so"
If you didn't have a favorite birthday, this one would be. Having sex with Sergio was always such a blessing. The noises he would make, the faces even better. You couldn't get enough of him.
"Ah- Cariรฑo... I'm close" Sergio moaned out, riding your cock faster, his eyes locked on your face, watching as you panted and groaned beneath- he always took pleasure in seeing you in pleasure. "Fuck- think I'm too, baby- want me to cum inside?" You asked, your voice coming out slightly quick, moving your hands up to his hips, gripping it tightly as you helped him move.
"Sรญโฆ sรญ, inside, por favor." Sergio whimpered out, throwing his head back- feeling how your cock pushed up against his prostate, bringing him closer to the edge.
You pulled Sergio down as you gripped the back of his head, your fingers gripping his hair, as you smashed your lips against his. Feeling how he moaned and whimpered against your mouth as you began to thrust upwards into him. He didn't even need to move anymore, his legs shaking slightly from how fast you were thrusting inside of him.
And not long, Sergio couldn't help himself, a loud moan escaping his lips and onto yours. His cock squirting out a load of cum in between your bodies- he didn't even mean to cum this fast. But the way you grabbed him? How you subtly took control? It did things to him.
Now, it wasn't long before you joined him too- fuck, the way he clenched around your cock, squeezing down hard and pulsating around you- it made you blow your load sooner than you thought. Breaking the kiss as you groaned, filling Sergio up with your own load- hearing how he whimpers as he feels the hot liquid entering him.
Sergio's forehead was pressed against yours as he hummed, before pulling away slightly, smiling down at you. You seemed utterly satisfied, and even smiling with him. Sergio simply looked at you before speaking, his voice soft and barely above a whisper:
"Happy birthday, mi amor โก .."
lets just ignore how I'm almost a whole day late to this </3, sorry Mattheo! Hope you enjoy this ๐นญ
Mmmm.. old man fingering himself while thinking of you.. old man who never touched himself like that and hated how good it felt.. old man being disgusted by himself forthinking about you who is much younger than him while his fingers are deep inside him.. mmm
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-๐น
mmm... old men ๐๐ pt. 1 pt. 2
IMAGINNING... an older man in love with a much younger one. Perhaps you were a friend's son or a just moved in neighbor... but that didn't matter, did it? The thing that mattered was the he was so fucking attracted to you- he couldn't help it okay? He was alone, craving- and you... oh you, you were young, full of life, energetic.
You were in your 20's- barely near your big 30, and there he was- already 40, near his own big 50. He shouldn't want you this badly. But he did, and he couldn't help it.
Those eyes of yours pierce his dreams more often than not. And those dreams? He wouldn't talk openly about them... it almost always involves you being shirtless... out of breath, your hands on either side of his head, panting above him before smiling at him- and then it ends before he can get a good look below your waist.
One night... after another one of those dreams. He just... he couldn't help himself okay? It started with him pulling his boxers down, wrapping a hand around his aching length, softly groaning- he wasn't thinking about anything in peculiar... just trying to get the edge off, like normally.
And then.. you began to pop into his head- imagining your hand wrapped around his cock. He shouldn't think like this, but he did.
Imagining your lips pressing against his cock, licking and kissing it- but... for some reason... he started to imagine your fingers pressing up against his hole, teasing, rubbing. He never thought about stuff like this- so why now?
It wasn't long before he couldn't take all of the imaginning anymore. Pressing his own fingers against his hole (not before covering them in a generous amount of spit). Before slowly pushing them in...
"Oh- fuck-" He never felt pleasure like this- and it felt good... so good, so fucking good- why hasn't he done this before? It was so much better than jerking off. He couldn't help it, his fingers were practically moving on their own. And he couldn't stop imagining they were yours
Your fingers, getting him nice and ready for you cock- for a pounding he'll never forget. And he wanted that, he wanted that badly. He couldn't stop the moans. Those deep groans and whimpers- his fingers moving faster and faster inside of him.
His other hand gripped the base of his cock- could see the pre cum just dripping from the tip. God... he was close already.
And then... he felt it- his fingers pressing against his prostate- and that? It made him see stars. His cock squirting out a thick load of cum onto his belly. His eyes rolling back into his head as a choked moan and a faint moan of your name falling from his lips. He didn't even mean to moan out for you... but he did, he couldn't help himself, he really couldn't... He should feel disgusted... ashamed! But god.. the spasms kept him from thinking that.
Now... he wonders... how would your cock feel inside of him? Replacing his fingers? He wonders just how deep you can go...
when he approached you and proposed the idea of being his sugar baby, you thought it would be those cliche stories
but those stereotypes were quickly thrown out when he said that he wanted to be the one taking the backshots ๐ telling you that for every orgasm he have, 10 grand (maybe more) would be inserted into your account โค๏ธ
ofc he takes you to lovely dates outside of the bedroom too ๐ฅฐ
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Rich. PATHETIC. men. ๐ฃ๏ธ
Imaging you're a college student, your studies having drained you of life, you barely get sleep, and not to mention- you're broke, barely getting by, and not to mention, you had student debt too. But one day, you're scrolling through some dating app (that down bad, huh?), and suddenly gotten a match by some guy- it seems you two had a lot in common (or you simply lied), though, he was older- hell, almost old enough to be your dad, but hey? A pull is a pull- at least he was hot.
And after a few dates, you started to like him, though, mostly because on each date, he paid for everything, and I mean everything, which... you did not mind, not at all- hell, you were too scared to even look at the bill, seeing that most of the places you two visited was fancy or expensive at least, so you weren't complaining- it wasn't like you two didn't hit it off, and he was happy enough to pay for all of you expenses.
One day, when you were visiting his penthouse apartment (yeah, he was that rich), and jesus, it made your dorm room look like a cubby, the view was nice too. While you two were drinking a bit, talking and what not- it got quiet, till you heard him ask: "Would- would you mind being my sugar baby?" He asked, making you just pause- god you were a bit scared of him asking this, why else was he spoiling you so much? But god, you were too broke, so pushing your pride away, you agreed.
After a month or so, being his sugar baby, it was... well, smooth, he hasn't asked you to do anything, well, maybe a kiss here and there- and hell, he paid for all of you school debt, so that was a plus, you were allowed to live comfortably again.
That is till one day, when he invited you to his penthouse, it started slow, talking, and then it turned into kissing, which was slow, passionate- till it turned hungry, needy even- this was the moment you dreaded, when you pulled away, trying to subtly telling him that you weren't really the type to take it up the ass, and that you were kind of a virgin in it- to which he simply chuckled, almost laughing out loud "Wait- no, no, no- I don't want to fuck you- I want you to fuck me" When he said that, you could feel some relief leave your body, but then it turned into a bit confusion- he, your sugar daddy, wanted to be fucked? "Look- I get it, I... probably didn't make it much clear, that, I apologize for... you probably thought I was like- this super dominant CEO type or something?" He asked nervously- everything made sense to you now, the way he acted around you, making sure you well and satisfied, staring at your arms, your muscles, each time you wear a tight shirt or tank top- the fact that you only realized now made you feel a bit dumb
"So... will you fuck me?" He asked, bringing you back to the present, the situation finally dawning on you- and like that, you were balls deep inside of him- his hands holding the pillow like a lifeline, your hands gripping his hips oh so tightly as you bounced him back on your cock each time you thrusted inside of him, and god, those moans and groans coming out of his mouth was like a melody- despite him having told you it's been a very long while since he got fucked- he was taking it so well, like he was just made for your cock
His hole was gripping your cock so nicely- much better than the chicks at your college, their cunts pale in comparison of how his walls wrapped so nicely around your cock, "Oh- fuck! I think I'm close, please" He would moan out, his hole gripping your cock even tighter (if that was even possible), moaning each time your cock reached that one spot, that is till you slowed down a bit- wanting to prolong the pleasure just a bit longer, "Oh- fuck, please.... don't edge me now- not now, not when I'm so close" He whined out, pushing his ass back against your hips, trying to get you to fuck him faster again, and after torturing him just a bit longer- you began to fuck him faster again, a moan of delight leaving his lips, gripping his pillow harder as you fucked him into the bed.
Now after all of that, he was spent- he knew sleeping with someone younger would drain him, but god, he was much more drained than he thought he would be- and you weren't even tired... yet at least, you were trying to find your boxers, confused where you threw it, he just reached for his bedside drawer lazily, digging around it till he found what he was looking for "Here... buy something nice for you... you made me cum after all" He mumbled out before just simply throwing his wallet at you, practically limp on the bed
