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@somehornyfemme
blood splattered surgical gloves are a sort of lingerie in a way
please take me upstairs at a party. please push me against the door of a random bedroom. please start touching me. please force me to be quiet because everyoneās just downstairs. please make me cum with one hand over my mouth and the other moving in and out of my pussy. please force me to act like nothing happened even though im still dripping.
Hug me from behind and rest your chin on my shoulder and slide your hands up my top and squeeze my tits, I wonāt mind š«£
I've been thinking lately that I might actually be bisexual. I just, after having been on hrt for over a year have started to occasionally, but only occasionally so far, found men attractive.
It's almost entirely trans men that I've found attractive, but I have historically always been more attracted to trans people anyway.
I just want to be topped, you know? And lately it's been feeling more like I'd really like it from a trans guy
about to go on a short road trip and i canāt stop thinking about having someone in the passenger seat to tease.. the sexual tension, my hand on their thigh inching closer, the car silent enough to hear our breaths getting shallower and heavier OUGH just having to pull over so i can throw them over the hood and fuck them on a side road š«£š«£
Staring at the print of their strap through their jeans while they talk or walk around and do something. My mouth slightly open and just responding with, āmhmā and āuh-huhā while staring at it. Imagining the length, imagining sucking on it, inside of me, while they talk.. not really listening. Them finally noticing and smirking but doesnāt pay attention to it and just keeps talking. Eventually they would start to grope it and tease me asking, āIs this distracting you, baby?ā
arenāt you going to sext me goodnight?
easy way to make me a stuttering mess
Butch with cannibalistic carnal desires x femme who likes to be licked
What if I stapwarm you while you work but as time passes by I can't help myself but get more needy and I start teasing you till you can't control yourself that you bend me over your desk and start rearranging my insides? <3
nothing more intimate than your person staying patient and soft with you even when you're upset
the goal is to fuck you like a little slut while I continuously reassure my love and adoration for your entire existence.
I'm so fucking horny I need to be ploughed into the mattress and have my pussy used for hours till I can't form a single thought beyond how to be someone's perfect fucktoy
add a "my" in front of any petname you call me, and my heart is yours forever
Iāve never needed to be eaten out more than I need to be right now
are you actually a good passenger princess or are you just good at sitting there and looking pretty? because being my passenger princess means more than just picking the playlist. what if I decided that every red light on the way was a deadline for you? what if I kept my eyes on the road, my left hand on the steering wheel but my right hand was busy ruining you? and by that I mean reaching over the second we stop, my fingers sliding inside you. using you for my own entertainment. Iām going to be relentless in those sixty second intervals. my touch steady, driving until your head hits the headrest and your eyes are filled with tears. but hereās the rule: the moment that light turns green Iām pulling away. Iāll leave you pulsing against the seat while I shift back into drive like nothing happened. let me see you struggle to catch your breath, your knees shaking and your nails digging into the leather because you have nothing else to hold onto. Iām going to tease you through every intersection. making you wait and ache till youāre sobbing my name into the quiet car. by the time we finally reach our destination, youāll be such a shivering, overstimulated mess that you wonāt even remember how to unbuckle your seatbelt. Iāll make sure that every mile we drive is just another minute of you realizing that as long as youāre in my car, your pleasure belongs entirely to me. so...do you still need a ride or are you too scared to get in?