#{daydreams}

[enslavedbyfaeries]

A watercolor piece I painted recently 🌂

Paper ~ Arches 100% Cotton/ 300 GSM/ Cold Pressed

Brush ~ Silver Black Velvet rounds/ Princeton Aqua Elite rounds/ Tintoretto mop

Paint ~ White Nights/ Schmincke

[greys-yume]

Just being the little spoon with your f/o. Their head on the pillow behind yours, occasionally nuzzling your hair to take in your scent. Their body leaned up against your back where you can feel the comforting textures of their form and what they wear. Their arms around your waist, holding you as their hands run lazily across your middle in the wholesome aim to just feel you in turn...

[feral-ballad]

Cecilia Woloch, from Carpathia; “Fireflies”

[succuvex]

Submissive boy who loves blowjobs but is super duper shy about it.

He can’t ask for that. He couldn’t possibly make such a forward request. She’s better than that, she should be the one looking down on him, he is her toy to play with, not the other way around, and just the idea of her kneeling in front of him and choking on his cock makes him feel strange and ashamed, like a child caught reaching into the cookie jar.

And then he somehow gets mixed up with a domme who loves sucking dick. She teases him about it, always asking if he wants it, but he can never quite say yes, just shyly changes the subject or avoids her gaze.

But that won’t do. Looking into his eyes is the best part.

One day she finally makes the decision to settle this. Pinning his legs down and slowly rubbing his inner thighs, then licking, biting, cooing close enough that he can feel her warm breath on his leaking cock, and she wonders aloud what he tastes like. He turns away to avoid her seeing his bright red face, as if she hasn’t already heard his panting and whimpering, and she laughs before demanding that he looks her in the eye.

“What do you think I should do, baby? Hm? Tell mommy what you want, beg for it.”

Pretty soon the only words he can manage are a desperate combination of “please” and “mommy” in between his pathetic whining, whimpering, and moaning. He has never felt less in control.

And she grins and giggles while she licks him clean, crooning softly into his skin.

“I’ll have to teach you how to use your words properly, sugar. How is mommy supposed to know if you don’t speak up?”

[married-but-available]

[aimkitty]

Daymares and nightdreams

when I woke up today, I was asleep

conscious of my unconsciousness

mesmerized by the nature of the unseen

and a little terrified by the thought that I might be trapped in a dream

how funny, I was scared of something that doesn’t even exist

but somehow deeply in love with the illusion of it

and it felt kind of strange, like being misplaced in reality

unable to tell what’s real and far away from sanity

I close my eyes and wake inside a deeper sleep, surrounded by nightmares dressed as daydreams

I’m falling upward through mirrors that refuse to shatter

glass after glass folding around me in infinite continuation

I’m a ghost smiling at its own reflection

thin like smoke

but never quite disappearing

What name would you give this poem ?¿

[lostparadis]

Thinking about... living 30 minutes away from the city, high up in the mountains and being neighbors with one of the lads li...

Growing up together, exploring the green fields and tree clusters around your houses...

Reaching your teenage years and being just a bit bolder with each other because of the trust that has been established...

Maybe taking it a bit too far by letting him touch you without your clothes being in the way, and going the same distance by touching him...

Next thing you know both of you have to keep quiet while clumsily giving each other pleasure...

Letting it be a one time thing that doesn't happen again because you're scared of how ruined everything will be if you let it go any further– but it's already too late, something has been ruined...

Then something happens that you get separated in your late teenage years, you move away– or he does, or both of you– and when you meet again, neither of you are what the other expected but at the same time you still are...

Walking down a familiar path towards a destination that you've continuously hung out at...

Reminiscing in a gently spoken conversation...

Remembering that time...

Turning towards each other and sharing that first kiss... Maybe even push it further by getting on top of him and doing more than just touches... Confessing feelings and moving clothes aside just enough.... Having to keep quiet again because while you're far, you could still be heard...

Being called over by your parents after everything is done and realizing what you did, fixing each other's clothes and trying to look more presentable while giggling like little kids, not letting go of each other's hands on the way back...