Venix

sunshine meets moonlight 24

[rosetintedcherry]

Please never apologize for being affectionate. If your first instinct is to reach for my hand, send me another text, or tell me you miss me, I hope you never teach yourself not to. The right person won't think you're "too much."

[thebeauty-queenfrommars]

thinking about how last night i put on my lingerie and my wife spanked me immediately and how wet i got from it.

how sensitive my breasts were all day, how my nipples rubbed against the fabric of my lingerie, and how i almost moaned while washing dishes because everytime i moved. the lace brushed against them again.

how the moment we were in our bedroom, they couldn’t keep their hands off me, how my breath hitched with every touch.

how good kissing them feels, and how wet and worked up i got just from feeling their lips against mine.

how they teased me and edged me and made me work for it. how their voice sounded when they called me a mess and told me i was needy.

how they drew four orgasms out of me and how absolutely exhausted i was after. how mindless i felt.

thinking about them. how they feel. how sweet and sexy their moans sound. how much i need to edge my wife again so i can watch them fall apart for me. thinking about how i feel insatiable.

i want to go home just so i can finally relieve the wetness i’ve had since i woke up this morning.

i’m at work, i really should not be this worked up, but i can’t help it. it’s like their touch hasn’t left, like they’re still grazing my skin with their finger tips.

[eugenieroe]

can we all agree that pressing foreheads together is an underrated act of affection??

[little--leaves]

nothing more intimate than your person staying patient and soft with you even when you're upset

[morbidblooduse]

pervy femmes that can’t even look at pictures of you without thinking about all the filthy little things they want you to do to them >>

[pearmallow]

Been a little too long since I’ve drawn any lesbian fairies 💜🦋

[madamejadex]

One of the best ways you can love your partner is by learning how they need to be loved. Not how you would want to be loved. Not how care feels safest to you. Not by handing them your own needs and expecting them to fit inside them. For you, love might be physical touch. A gentle hand on your back. The quiet comfort of being held like you have finally come home. But for them, love might look different. It might be remembering their favourite snacks. Asking about their day and truly listening. Showing up when you said you would. Giving them space without making them feel abandoned. Holding their hand only when they reach for yours. And the same goes for aftercare. Do not assume your partner needs what you need. Do not project your own comfort onto their body and call it care. Listen. Learn them. Ask what makes them feel safe. Pay attention to what helps them come back to themselves. Because loving someone well is not about loving them loudly. It is about loving them right.

[perfectquote]

“People will leave you but that doesn’t mean it’s your fault.”

— Unknown

[kosmogrl]

[thebeauty-queenfrommars]

that moment when your wife posts the hottest most masculinely beautiful photo and you’re just instantly wet. yeah i’m done for😩

[fairycosmos]

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

[thebeauty-queenfrommars]

navigation

from the moment we begin to grow

we are connected to our mothers

and from the moment we are born

we look to our mothers

some mothers hold tight

some mothers loosen the grip and encourage

some mothers

fade

away

you were always right there, both too close and not close enough

complicated doesn’t even begin to cover the depths of the ocean that is our relationship

or how i still feel like im drowning when the tide comes in

sometimes, it felt like you were a tsunami

others, you were my navigator

i always looked to you, wondered what you would say, wanted to ask what to do

i knew my calls would be met with a judgement

but now

you can’t answer the phone

and i feel lost

at sea

without navigation

—L.R

[feral-ballad]

Tawanda Mulalu, from Please Make Me Pretty, I Don't Want to Die: Poems; “All we got was autumn. All we got was winter”

[becherdireinen]

nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.

[nothingbutloveforyou]

a love that feels like the sun in your chest

[pr3ttypunisher]

working you through your second orgasm while you sob against my neck, holding you close with one hand rubbing your back slow while the other keeps moving. “shh. i’ve got you. you did so well.” you shaking your head telling me you can’t, that it’s too much, and me pressing a kiss to your hair, your wet cheek, pulling you closer. “i know it is.” not stopping. feeling you shudder against me despite everything. “but look how good you’re being…look how well you’re taking it.” rubbing your back slow. pressing kisses to your face. “one more. just one more and i’ll hold you and tell you how perfect you were.” feeling you nod against my neck. barely. “good girl. my perfect girl. i’ve got you.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

[remanence-of-love]