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Explaining very slowly that while verbal compliments can be effective and helpful, a lot of people with self image problems become immune to them and simply tune them all out, which is why it's important to touch your partner to show that you're attracted to their body. And that's why you need to be okay with me groping you in public, so I can better express my attraction to you in a way you can't argue with.
do u ever put urself into doggy position just because it feels really slutty. like arms folded under the pillow with your face smushed against it and your back arched and hips tilted up and legs spread wide. it makes me feel like such an empty needy whore it feels sooo good all u bottoms should try it
hey yeah I did the BDSM test and it says I'm adorable and you should call me your little princess and kiss my forehead
Just to make everyone feel better and normal: everyone can use strap-ons.
Cis gay dudes sometimes use strap-ons. Lesbians use strap-ons. Cis women use strap-ons. Trans men use strap-ons. Trans women can use strap-ons if they want to. Anyone can use straps. Just for fun. Sometimes an unnatural big ass dick or a bizarrely shaped one are more fun. Sometimes fucking others with something else is fun. It feeds different fantasies for different people.
Straps aren't an indicator of gender, sexuality, or even a surefire way to think you can assume what somebody's genitals are.
Get yourself a strap and go have some fun.
wore a white dress and walked in the rain to the barracks so all the knights could see my skin peeking through the fabric and i said “oh my, excuse me ladies, it seems i got myself lost in the downpour… i’m all alone and no one even knows i’m here…” and they just gave me warm clothes and made me soup so i didn’t catch a cold and escorted me back to my room. i fucking hate chivalry
Deep fingering makes the world go round
the art of fingering. the way she’s dripping, feels so warm and tense. the feeling of her walls squeezing and clenching around my fingers. the feeling of her body trembling with every stroke. pushing deeper and faster as she cums around them. controlling her body and the way she feels with nothing else but my fingers, that’s top tier. I could never get enough.
wearing my pretty little collar so my femme can yank me around however she pleases. dragging me towards her, down between her thighs whilst telling me i’m going to be a good boy and lick her cunt until she’s satisfied. i could be there for minutes, hours. it doesn’t matter because i don’t get a say. i’m her dumb little puppy who does exactly what i’m told, when i’m told.
having her present for me. she’s on our bed, completely naked, vulnerable, bent over with her knees apart so i can see her soaked pussy in all of its glory.
crouching by the end of our bed and inspecting, my fingers running slowly along the inside of her thighs and slowly trailing up to tease along her clit. when she whines, shivers, i retaliate by giving a firm slap to her cunt. maybe i sink my teeth into her ass.
“behave. let me check you over.”
but i know she’s ready.
it all happens so fast but i’m pushing my cock into her and listening to the unholy sound she makes, taking the whole thing and whining about how big i am. it’s my favourite compliment. pulling almost all the way out before bottoming out again, my large hands holding her hips before one slides up between her shoulder blades and holds her down. she’s mine to use, so i’ll hold her in place and fuck her until i’m satisfied. until there’s cum dripping down her thighs and all she can do is thank me, repeating that she’s my bunny over and over.
fuck her into a mindless slut, into total submission. it’s so worth it.
waking up pressed up tightly behind her, still holding her in the same vice tight grip that i lulled her to sleep with the night before. pressing my nose into the back of her neck and taking a deep breath of her scent. her natural scent, sleep addled and so distinctively her.
listening to her even breaths, counting every inhale and exhale. enjoying how unguarded she is whilst she rests knowing i’m looking over her. pressing light kisses along the skin of her shoulders and listening to her sleepy bunny moans, feeling how she arches her body and opens up for me.
how lucky am i? to get the choice of how i want to use her, where i want to use her.
i’m gently pushing a hand between her thighs and i don’t find myself surprised by the lack of panties underneath the shirt of mine she’d stolen long ago. rubbing her cunt slowly, gently, chin resting on her shoulder as i listen to every little breath, every little moan. pushing two fingers into her and feeling how easily she takes me, feeling how she’s starting to wake.
“shh, shh, baby. i’ve got you, you need this, okay? it’s too early for your little brain to be thinking, sweetheart, let me take care of you.”
something something.
we’re talking one minute and the conversation moves to kissing. it happens so fast and she’s on her back, i’m pinning her down and rutting into her like i need her in order to breathe. there’s a hand around her throat restricting her breathing just enough that her little fingers are wrapped around my wrist, holding me there because the feeling of her cunt being stretched alongside the fact i control when she breathes is dizzying to her.
not making her wait and allowing her to drench my cock in her cum, fucking her through every single orgasm i pull from her. holding her hips and angling her just right that i get to hear those breathy little, “there, there, there, there.”
murmuring into her ear about how i’m sorry, i can’t help it, i couldn’t stop even if i wanted to and listening to how she cries out that she’s my toy. panting in her ear about how im going to fill her pretty little cunt with cum, that she’ll present for me and let me watch it drip out just so i can give her another load immediately after.
slow passionate sex where i’m holding my hand over her mouth, driving my cock in as deeply as i can.
“do you hear that, pretty girl? hear how well you’re taking me? you’re so pretty. fuck, i worship you.”
drunk sloppy makeout with a femme against a wall where we’re out of breath and she drags my hand under her skirt to feel how soaked she is and whispers in my ear how badly she wants me while slurring “please” over and over like a prayer when
