#ovulation diaries

[kittenofsalvia]

joel miller licking his fingers straight after they’ve pleasured you, purring on about what a sweet girl you are and how sweet you taste before he starts to kiss down your inner thigh for seconds

[kittenofsalvia]

thinking about joel driving it in so hard and fast that your head’s hanging off the bed and your body’s arching like it might snap. you’re screaming the house down and he shows no sign of stopping, tears brimming in your eyes and his growls turning unbound from his throat, an animal tending to his own instincts. he’s hitting that spot in you justtt right, scratching an itch that had been burning all day long after he had left for work. the final thrusts are powerful, strong. they force one last cry from you, followed by your weak threads of his name, and the comedown is all playful, breathless banter against your neck about the neighbours knowing who you belong to while the beautiful aftershock of his ordeal washes over your skin, his heaving chest over yours, trembling and spent. he softens inside you. this is home

[kittenofsalvia]

ovulation in this heat has me feeling like a feral cat in the sun

[kittenofsalvia]

i find it hot when men give commands to dogs