NGL I fantasize about simon fucking you in a ally or park. all rough a nasty. shoved in the dirt. leaves in the hair. knees scraped. clothes ripped. cum all smeared between our legs. handprints on our ass. walk of shame home. the whole shebang.
and then he gives us the most incredible aftercare.
not just a hot bath and helping us clean up.
but getting your favorite take out, gently brushing out your hair and bandaging your knees. tucking you in carefully and making sure you sleep well after that.
and then the next day he takes you to the hairdresser for a proper clean up, maybe our nails too if that's what you like. he takes us to the spa and sits there with his little book while we get a massage and a facial. takes us shopping (online or in person) for some new clothes since he probably just ruined a whole outfit.
I just dream of him being so spicy and then also so sweet to make up for it.
ah yes in my head simon is the type of man who doesn't break what he cherishes, but that doesn't mean he can't bruise it up a little 🙂↕️
if you ask for rough, you're getting rough. I love the idea of him being extra careful at first only to realise his partner is a freak in the sheets and doesn't want him to "rein it in"—you want him to unleash that, actually.
you want him flirt with you at the pub while you're two, three drinks in. catch your foot under the table when the tip of your shoe rises up to his knee. he gives you a stern look, then—careful there. dunno what yer askin'.
but you do!!! you rise up from your chair and trace his skin from his hand to his neck. leave a little peck on the side of his jaw as you walk behind him towards the exit. he tosses a couple of tenners on the table and stands up so quickly that his chair knocks backwards.
and your idea was to go to the car, maybe. ride him in the backseat and then drive home, drunk on alcohol and orgasms.
but he snatches your wrists and steers you the other way, towards that shit alley that smells of piss and it's probably a health hazard in on itself. it's why he has one hand propped against the wall as he fucks you from behind, so your cheek won't get scraped when he'll smush your face against the side of the building.
he'll chuckle when the tips of your shoes keep slipping with how rough he's fucking you. he'll shush you when you'll whine. he'll yell at curious passersby to fuck off, only to feel you squeeze around him when he does.
you like it, don't you. want 'em to see you. then cum for me, aye? give 'em a show.
needless to say that it's unimaginably embarrassing to walk back to the car, considering the hole he ripped between your tights.
but it's fine, because as soon as you're home you're getting cuddled to sleep.