Okay, hi. So. I've been thinking, and was wondering if anyone else ever feels like this.
So, you're a single gal, right, just shaved your legs and had a long shower because you're going to a bachelorette party later on. You're feeling all pretty but have some time to kill, so you just waddle around in a cute night dress/could pass for a sundress thing, but it's a bit chilly so you put on your blush pink satin robe, fuzzy socks aaaand leggings because it's actually quite chilly.
Then you pour up your second cup of coffee that day and just for the fun of it add a generous teaspoon of your new coffee liqueur. Again, you're a single woman, turning 31 with the week, and you just wanna feel good, right?
And that's when the thought hits you; how amazing it would have been to have a handsome man prepping and serving this coffee to you.
Actually you just wanna lounge on your sofa with your new book about a cat on an adventure saving books, while this handsome, lightly dressed man serves you your coffee and a plate of fresh fruit and chocolate, maaaybe he gives you a little kiss but no not even that. He simply admires and compliments you in this random, little yet very comfortable outfit you're wearing, and serves you these delicacies while himself also being a snack to feast your eyes on.
Is that too much to ask for? I don't know, man.
I also thought that as of this moment, while I have been made aware that my specific [current] type [of man] is in the (aquatic) muscle twink/himbo area, but, right now, I'd also be perfectly happy with a big hunk of a man, lumberjack or blacksmith or something of that sort… as long as he can maneuver around my tiny apartment and, well, serve me, you know?
And that's my genuine question. Do you know? Do you have a similar… shall we say… fantasy?
A/N: I need to think of a name, because I sense a series of sorts. Tinder Adventures? 😂🙄😬😅 This is just: Full-blown expression of thirst, that's all. So yeah, it's smutty, to say the least.
Pairing: Female POV x Random guy. Tyler Rake is for visuals+bad boy vibes+your pleasure. 💦
Warnings: Filthy smut-ish. Mentions of: Bodily fluids, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, slight Daddy-kink, Dom/sub situation, sex/fucking, size kink... I say; fuck a lot. Did I miss anything?
Minors, please move along. Smut under the cut. Tags in the reblog. Enjoy 🖤
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Rail me, please.
Bend me over your imaginary desk and take me.
I say imaginary because you say you're an entrepreneur. For all I know, that might also be a kind of construction work, because I see your hands, big guy.
That said, if you are the office-kinda guy, then take me on that table. Or maybe you have a table on the construction site.
Actually just rail me anywhere, good sir.
Let me cling to the table or wall or whatever as you hammer into me.
For some reason I want you to finger me, although I have a feeling that you're gonna be too rough; too hard on me. But you turn me on so goddamn much, it'll be fine. You'll probably make me cum anyway.
Well, I'm not sure if I actually believe that, but let me tell you, I'll give you the fucking blowjob of your life, how about that?
Sloppy, drilling… hah, I mean; dripping saliva and precum running down my face. You can hold my hair if you want. Hold my head still as you fuck my face. I don't mind if you do it a little violently. Actually, please do. Just fucking ram your dick down my throat.
I don't understand, do I really have to say this to you? I thought it was a given… your neck tattoo goes well with my piercings and red hair and swollen lips.
So fuck me, you bad boy, you big man, you Daddy which I sense you wanna be called… you called me 'mami' after all. Let me show you some stuff. Let me show you what you're losing out on. Come on. Reply me.
A/N: Haven't posted anything for a while, but I'm currently longing so much that/and this is the only way I know how to 'productively' cope. Not that coping has to be productive, but if I don't create anything I tend to just... dwell and linger in sadness, you know? Creative expression is transformation. Also: Much of what I've been writing recently (which hasn't been a lot, admittedly) feels *very* personal/vulnerable, and at least, as of yet, I'm not ready to publish that. However, I thought this here is alright. ANYWAY. Maybe some of you will enjoy reading it too? I hope you do.
A/N 2: I do freewriting sessions in 10-minute bursts. Once the 10 minutes are done, I will either go back and edit, or continue on another route depending on my flow of inspiration. If I happen to find it shareable, well, I will. Like this one.
Warnings: Explicit words + mention of dicks and rough sex. Mostly fluff, though. Angst if you quint.
Wordcount: 580
Tags in the reblog when tagging works on my end 🤦🏼♀️
Explicit language just below the cut. 18+
19.04.2022
22.57
Watching porn to compensate for the lack of dick I’m currently getting.
I should be asleep by now, but instead I reach for my pink box of toys, lift the whole damn thing over to my bed so I can get a proper view and decide which to go for. I decide on the smaller of the two dildos, “let’s not exaggerate” I rationalize, before accepting that the other looks quite similar in size to the aforementioned dick I’m currently not enjoying. I run a gentle finger along the one I did not choose and grab the other.
While the porn is, I assume, alright – they’re hot and his dick is big etc – as I insert my own, well. Frankly, it’s just not that enjoyable. I change my position, wiggle it around and push it further. Trying, but not really getting there. I’m wet, but fuck.
It strikes me that the thought that hurts me the most undoubtedly also is the one that turns me on the most: Having this newfound man and his weight and body above me, holding me, being close to me. I realize that, right now, while his dick is lovely –actually quite amazing– I just want to be with him. The rest of his body. His personality. Just hold him, have him hold me. Just… lie on the couch together, my head against his chest, him holding me in place. Or maybe even… him, resting his head on me. My thighs or whatever. Somewhere. Just… the pure connection of woman and man. Him and I. That’s all I want right now. No words. We don’t even need to be naked. Just warm lovers, side by side. Because that’s what I feel we are. Lovers. Romance is creeping in on us. The candles flicker and the music is soft. I dream of putting on my own soft playlist, anticipating his reaction, so see whether he likes my soft playlist as well. I hope so. I think so.
I’ve rarely, if ever, been as in sync with another human as I experience we are. Despite our physical, obvious differences.
23.07
It’s almost a story of Beauty and the Beast, size-related-wise, because he is in my humble opinion quite… phenomenal to look upon. Long, lean yet muscular limbs, beautiful tan, tattoos adorning his skin and then some occasional jewelry.
I want to go out with him, just in the nature of some sort, and I want to wear pretty little dresses with him. Well, innocent dresses but long dresses. White ones, sheer ones. I think I’ll look beautiful beside him in one of those, petite and elegant, and then have him tenderly remove it from me, and then absolutely devour me. That’s my dream. That’s my fantasy. I picture his big hands on my little frame, the delicate fabric between us, for him to touch. And then have him be so exquisitely rough and almost mean with me, and then… and then kiss me so gently. And spit in my mouth. And fuck my mouth and then kiss me ever so gently again, and in the end just hold me. Hold me so close and so near to his heart that I may mistake his heart’s beating for my own.
I want that. I want to feel so close to him. I want to be so close to him right now. Need it be said that I am not?
I'm babysitting my ex's cats (my ex cats?) today and since it's 26°C+blue sky and 4.30pm I'm in the (secluded) garden only in my panties + sunglasses reading a book.
However –and I suspect this because I looked out the windows earlier and saw that a new neighbor has put up workout facilities in their respective garden, and anyway –I found myself listening to a man panting and moaning basically just a few meters away from me.
There's a garden between us so I can't look through the fence to have a look*, and I can't make out his age from his panting, haaah, but, I am getting slightly tingly in my nether region and it's not entirely due to the sun ☀💦
*I did briefly consider going back inside just to look out the window, but alas, that would mean I have to re-dress myself and walk through a public area, thus is this place deigned, and frankly, I can't be bothered for that amount of effort.
Also, I've been drinking rosé in a can. What is life?
You know that feeling when you're playing and thinking of your man, watching porn too, but then get desperate, look away from the screen and just sob his name into your pillow as you cum?
