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strawberry matcha sapphic lovestory
lately i’ve just been yearning for something more.
i want a partner, someone to come home to and just exist with. waking up to the prettiest girl in the world, holding her, kissing her body, soft spoken words to gently wake her. morning snuggles with kisses exchanged, content sighs, groans of refusal to get out of bed and face the day. tempting her to get out of bed by promising a shower with more kisses to perk her up.
hot droplets of water running down our skin as we can’t stop touching each other, our mouths obsessed with each others as we waste a ton of water, our attention only on each other. soft touches, maybe helping each other get clean. holding her close, smiling into her skin as i kiss her shoulders, lathering up the soap on her body.
clad only in an old band t shirt of mine and boyshorts, she reads the news on her phone as i make her breakfast, serving it up on her plate with a kiss on her temple. she hums contentedly and tells me she loves me as she watches me take a sip of my orange juice before i toss a wink her way, followed by a smile that is reserved only for her. we exchange nonsense conversation over food, unable to stop touching each other. my fingertips brushing over her bare knee, her hand on my forearm tracing my tattoos, our fingers intertwined as our dog begs for scraps. she smiles at me with an eye-roll, turning her attention to him and talking to him as if he were a baby. i smile at her, feeling my love for her consume me even more than it has every day since i met her.
as i work, she sends me a mixture of texts, ranging from sweet to flirty to supportive. i drive home at the end of the day, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to relax. i put my keys in my door and am greeted with the sight of my wife just existing in our living room. watching some trashy reality show, she turns at the sound of footsteps, standing up to greet me. her arms around me, her lips on mine, her perfume comforting me as i feel so warm inside. dinner is in the oven, i am being held by my favourite person and all is well.
settling down after food, deciding to snuggle in bed. she picks what we watch. a rom-com. i always hated rom-coms. till i met her. till i knew love was real. till i knew it was possible to be so consumed by a person you felt as though you would combust. pulling her closer, i kiss her shoulder, tell her i love her. tell her how much i live for the mundane days. that this is all i want. she is all i want.
when they're mean and mouthy alllll day but a soft mess when they're sleepy
I love being a listener to a talker and absorbing all the information.
Tell me why you love your favorite dishes and desserts.
Tell me about where you’ve been and where you’d love to go next.
Tell me how you like your coffee or tea.
Show and tell me your favorite plushie(s) that you can’t sleep without.
Tell me about your favorite songs and why they’ve been on repeat.
Tell me anything and I can guarantee that you’d never be out of a listener.
Cis-men and minors DNI🚫
Today, I woke up to my bed empty. A dim light was shining through the bedroom door, and I heard the sizzling of a pan. I got up, and I saw my butch, standing over our stove top, and i looked behind, and saw my work clothes nicely folded on the couch. She took care of me, made me food, urged me to shower and get ready, handed me a cold water bottle and kissed me good morning. She didn't have to do all of this, and frankly I love her just as much when she doesn't, but it made me feel so warm and fulfilled. So proud to have her, a woman who cherishes me in the little things that she does, as I cherish her. I kissed her goodbye and she wished me a good morning as she drifted back to sleep. I've never had a better, softer morning.
i want to hold a femme so bad. I want to hold them so gently in my arms and let them feel safe and protected as I watch them slowly slip out of consciousness in my embrace.
i want to see the smile on their face as they realize they're loved and won't have to be alone anymore.
gently kissing their forehead as they nod off <3
Pics from the my friends wedding… no I did not get married lol but damn I would made a sexy bride
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