Jul 27
keeping liking my posts and i’ll think you want to fuck me, holy shit
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keeping liking my posts and i’ll think you want to fuck me, holy shit
“be a good girl and take it, baby”
“come on, i know you can, angel”
“ohh, look at the fucking mess you made”
“such a needy girl, aren’t you?”
“just let me touch you, sweetheart”
“stop holding back, let me hear you”
“yeahh?” (in that fucking condescending tone)
“oh really?”
“pathetic.”
“you look so fucking pretty for me”
“that’s it, baby”
“i know, angel, i know”
“look at the mess you’ve made, baby”
and there’s cum everywhere!
sure, sex is amazing and all, but non-sexual intimacy is just as beautiful, if not more so.
like yes, let me sob uncontrollably into your arms after such a shitty day with your hand running through my hair, whispering soft, soothing words against my ear, and just being so incredibly delicate with me. <3
(this might be a need tonight.)
i strongly believe aftercare is more intimate than sex itself - especially when they give it genuinely, when they want to do it, not just because they should do it.
the fact both people have just seen each other in - probably - the most vulnerable positions both mentally and physically, and yet still show nothing but gentle affection towards each other afterwards makes it even more important than sex.
when im trying to be dominant and she just drops in a casual:
“anything for you baby.”
oh! so that’s… yeah.. that’s not fair at all
i am feral for this woman - i think i’d honestly let her do whatever to me, i’m wayy too far gone
she’s so fucking cute.
she’d look even cuter on her knees with my fingers in her mouth, unable to form words.
she’d look so cute when i come up behind her while she’s cooking for me and watch her gasp as my hands slip around her waist, and my head rests on her shoulder.
she’d look even cuter on her back with me kneeling above her, her body jolting with every thrust of my fingers.
she’d look so cute when i hold her close to my chest, feeling her warmth, both of us talking sleepily to each other, not even making sense, until both of drift off to sleep.
she’s look even cuter whining and squirming after i’ve touched her just enough to rile her up, before telling her she can wait, and leaving her all needy for the rest of the night.