just watched pillion I need someone to put me out of my misery
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@tenaciousrumour
just watched pillion I need someone to put me out of my misery
I like. the idea of being a doms boy. we belong to eachother. he guides me and sometimes when I'm feeling confident or fussy I'll climb all over him and pin him down and get my teeth in him with the mutual understanding that he could scruff me at any time.
but I want my mouth on him and he smells like skin and salt nd his mouth is slick hot, wet.
maybe sometimes I tease him. settle in his lap, kissing the hollow of his throat, his jaw. he lets me be petulant, needy, bossy in a debate about something arbitrary. I want him weak to me, in an equalising sense. I want him wanting. I want to know all the fucked up things he wants to do to me and how I can make them happen, how I can encourage him.
need me, make me need you.
almost any attempt to make generalised statements about gendered experience fails
thinking about fat trans men in leather
it's the feel of the thing, how sweat tastes better on thighs strong and hairy, how command takes the form of transexuals in leather.
they smell like cheap tobacco and leatherwork, strolling in, swallowing space with arms broad, their confidence tart in the air. I want and I writhe and it's that rare pang of desire that strikes matches on the curve of a chest. it's hard to want something in a way that feels forbidden, always shrouded. how does shame taste? like salt? like their fingers threatening my soft palate?
legs spread and molded in delighting full shapes,
packer jutting outward in a sheen of buttery leather, their lap becomes my cradle.
dilf at the bar called my necklace pretty and lectured me about tannins in tequila I need to fuck him immediately
it's cool guys I'll just never be loved romantically or anything but I think very normal about it and my feelings on it are. not anything at all very small manageable
I smoked the weed that makes you daddy's boy
need to fuck men. man style
can I still be cute when I'm hairy and slightly beefy and sleep 18 hours a day
stereotypical but. thinking a lot about
usually I try to forget about brief sexual partners as quickly as possible. compartmentalize. but I'm having stupid feelings about daddy kink stuff and can't forget how it felt to be fucked by a daddy whose company i actually enjoyed. who didn't pressure me, treated me as a person.
he was cuddly, and hairy and dense and so gentle with his roughness. I kinda felt like he was going easy on me, treating me like a virgin while looking so hungry. every once and a while I would do something and his face would sharpen to a point, grip on me harsher, like he was trying to swallow back an impulse.
and he touched me? and we kissed sweet and disgusting and he held me long enough that I almost didn't subdrop and it felt good
realising that saying thank u wasn't the expected response to a slap across the face when their expression stilled and their pupils got really big. a rush I wish i could re-live
low-key desire is too large to fit in my chest
thinking of kissing in the lap of a man twice my age.. abd he makes me call him dad or he'll stop kissing me and I need it
re-downloading Grindr while imagining a whirlwind romance is like being tricked by a painted train tunnel
god this probably sounds so stupid but I wish I had a boyfriend/dom to help me with outfits when I'm really indecisive.
this Halloween?? a nightmare. I'm the embodiment of "omg you ppl can't do anything", I bought 6+ unrelated costume parts . I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.
I want to get really detail oriented on it, pick and choose pieces and pictures and fuss over the different shades of black. sending photos of varying decency, and if he's with me, ask him to check the fit. want him to handle me like a doll, his favourite doll.
had a dom once kinda do so before a show. helped me pick a choker and kept grabbing me by it just to watch my eyelids flutter. I think about it a lot