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thinking abt submissive dads and sighing dreamily <3
going “what’s wrong dad?” all casual and sweet while i’m bouncing on it as fast as i can, soooo close to bringing him to yet another orgasm when he’s already so weak from being used. just cooing and giggling at how he falls apart and groans “fuck please no more kiddo” with his big hands gripping my hips shakily
ofc i’m not stopping tho ! dad’s a big boy so he can take at least one more for his baby , right? :3
“I hate you so fucking much” (sexual)
i need to be a guys first experience bottoming, getting to stretch him out, watching his eyes roll back as he groans, completely losing himself the moment i slide in because it’s too big, too much, and hes never wanted anything more. i wanna tease him, ask him questions while i have his hands pinned, knowing he cant even think in words anymore
new boyshorts looks just like boxers but fit me much better
my dream one day is to send a boy a normal pic + get an audio message back of him beating it,,, is that,, js me,,,
Dating a smart, articulate, polite, well-mannered, and incredibly kind boy, all while knowing behind closed doors he’ll rut against your foot like a dumb dog in heat to get himself off if he’s really that desperate is>>>>>
i really hope for a boyfriend who isn’t afraid to show me off in public. If someone else starts flirting with me in a store and I stand there not knowing what to do, he notices and gently snakes an arm around my waist, squeezing me lightly and keeping me at his side as he refers to me as “his boyfriend”
or maybe we’re at a party instead, and he always introduces us as a couple. He lets me stay close to him the entire time as he speaks with close friends and relatives, constantly with one hand on my hip to show that I’m his. Later during the night he peppers my neck with kisses as I laugh and kiss him back
or even something as simple as holding hands together on a summer walk. Listening to the chirping of birds and wind rustling the leaves as we just exist together peacefully. Obscured from sight behind the leaves of a willow, we allow ourselves one final kiss, one more secluded moment of tranquility, before having to return home
fuck im so queer
the day I found out about frotting changed my brain chemistry significantly I think. that is arguably the most faggot thing I could ever do. I love it
