#pstrouble

[pearshapedtrouble]

When you take the same-sex attraction seriously...

pressing your lips together with such enthusiasm that your faggy little mustaches brush each other's swollen lips and you feel your tdick aching as they leave a wet spot where they grind and rut against your thigh...

[pearshapedtrouble]

I chuckle and show you my drafted Tumblr post

You're in their ask box and I'm in their boxers, we are not the same

You whine and beg me to thrust faster because I'm going slower than you want it but you love the tease of my slow pumping.

[pearshapedtrouble]

Taking a charming and shy plaything into my lap to hear about their special interest, hearing them stammer and stumble over words as they feel distracting touches, but enjoying their continued efforts to continue explaining about this thing they love so much. A delightful afternoon together.

[pearshapedtrouble]

Prepped your hrt injection, little one. And don't worry, it's definitely not spiked with anything extra.

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We sit down to take our flight and I smirk at you. You have been feeling nervous after I gave you all of your instructions, but I know you're going to be so good for me. I know it has you dripping already and there is so much more of that to come. We are going to trick you out of your anxiety about flying one orgasm at a time, and I couldn't be more proud and hungry to continue enjoying you throughout the whole process.

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The Scribe

Quiet scratches of quill on vellum fill the small room, a gentle staccato rhythm of secretarial tasks as common to the acolyte as birdsong or leaves rustling. Normal tasks, routine tasks, writing out the words just so, like the countless days before of writing these words on these pages, doing this important inscription labor.

As the time passes, however, his breathing starts claiming more of the space in the room, losing the steadiness and calm it normally has no issue finding. Instead it is uneven, distracting, out of the usual control of this acolyte. Because he was not used to having eyes on him as he worked, eyes that felt like hot rays of sun heating his back and shoulders, making his neck tingle lightly in a way that made him almost carve an inked error into the precious sheet of vellum. He shifted very slightly and tried to steady himself, to refocus on his task. The eyes of his distraction raked over him and his breath caught but his hand remained steady, even as the rest of him warmed in reaction to the silent attention he felt.

by Pear-Shaped Trouble

let me know if you want to hear more about this afflicted acolyte...

[pearshapedtrouble]

When she's too uncomfortable cuddling so instead he's going to make her physically desperate to cling to him, her body feeling an aching need for him. It's not a hug if it's her body dripping and pleading to be touched, filled, used... By the time they do cuddle, she will already be known inside and out.

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They decided to do some baking to enjoy tomorrow. It's been hours. Cookies have been baked, cooled, iced... Over and over all afternoon. All evening. Containers are closed and stacked, and only the final batch is out and cooling.

I ran out of patience and bent them over the kitchen counter after the last trays came out of the oven. I'll provide the last round of icing, baby, don't you worry. Just take My fingers and do what you're told. It's ok you're shakey; I'll hold you up. You're being so good for Me. Time for more icing. I've got you. What a delicious treat you've made for us to enjoy at home.