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@utsukushii-aranami
Welcome to the raging seas of my soul 💙
🌊You may call me Nami.
🌊30 something cis/het. woman, dom leaning switch, writer, pianist, painter, scientist, neurodivergent ENTP.
🌊I come here to drown in lust. It keeps me honest, it keeps me (in)sane.
🌊Current obsessions : My Submissive boy, MUSIC, tragic love stories, poetry.
🌊DMs are CLOSED ( this is a safe inclusive space ). Minors will be blocked.
🌊 Avatar art by Aykut Maykut
🌊 Anons : ☕️
I am not a writer.
I erode the page with the salt of my brow, I caress rolling hills and fertile valleys of intimacy into the landscape of our story.
I am not a writer—our love conjures the words and demands I bear witness.
I don't need sex, I need to create art that deeply resonates within others by speaking profoundly on the human condition
the absolute devastating intimacy of a forehead rest. when you are both just so tired from existing in a world that demands you to be a rigid, functional individual, and you finally collapse into each other and just lean your forehead against theirs, or against their shoulder. it’s the physical equivalent of dropping your shields. it’s saying i am entirely heavy right now, and i am trusting you to bear a piece of that weight. and the most beautiful part is that the other person doesn’t even flinch. they just adjust their stance, tuck you a little closer, and absorb the impact. we were designed to divide the burden of being alive.
for the apple of my eye
I mend my ribcage
With pieces of his sky
Original Sin laced in rage
What’s the point of breathing air if your scent is not laced in it.
"I asked Chat GPT" — well, I asked Mother Nature and she said your brain and soul are rotting inside of you.
the vibes in this restroom are immaculate
she’s leaning on the counter, casually reading a thick fantasy book. morning light washes her maroon nightdress in a soft, orangey sheen that glows effervescent in my eyes. i cross the room quickly and take her in a tight hug. my arms drape over her belly and squeeze affection into her. my head falls on her shoulder, chin resting on her trapezius. my cock rests on her buttock, twitching and crying for her attention, the tip kissing her tailbone as she backs her body closer against me. “sweet boy…” she coos, so delighted in always being the very first person i come to when i need attention. the only person I come to. always. mommy knows when to toy and tease. when to stimulate and when to withdraw. she knows her baby so well. i am familiar to her as her sense of smell, or taste. mommy knows when her baby boy simply needs it. she places her hand against my cheek, caressing the softness of my skin. two fingers find my mouth. i part my lips and welcome them inside. they play around, gently massaging against my tongue as i suck. her fingers retreat and fall fast to her panties, quickly entering past the waistband. she rubs, letting out an excited moan while pressing against me with a gentle lull. her hands move to the hem of her nightdress, silken folds crashing into each other as she pulls it up. holding it with one hand, she uses the other to pull her panties to the side, bends over slightly, and spreads herself open for me with the two fingers who had just been entertaining themselves in my mouth. i happily oblige her invitation, pulling my shorts down and letting them fall to the floor. holding fast to her hip i use a hand to guide it within her. we both hitch our breath at the same time as she immediately sucks me in to the base. i gather myself and begin thrusting with a gentleness barely held back. she rests her head on her hand, an elbow propped upwards on the countertop as she relaxedly pours over her book again. she flips the page then reaches her hand back to hold mine as it grips her hip tight. her warm, satisfied moans accent my whimpers, my sound growing more frantic and disordered as pleasure takes hold of my senses. i stroke the entire length of my cock inside her, hips pounding her butt every time i enter fully. her fingers wrap around my thumb and she slowly rubs her thumb against my hand with loving kindness. her teeth press against her bottom lip in anticipation; mommy always knows. with a violent moan i let loose inside her, throbbing out a release of cum deep within her clenching walls. we stay there awhile. I hug her close, inhaling heavy breaths as our sweat mingles. her hand lets go of mine, flips a page, then finds mine again. “do you want breakfast, sweetie?”
1000 posts!
Oh my, two milestones in one day, how momentous
I want to be the reason you are distracted at work. The reason you type the wrong word. The reason you stare at your screen and see my thighs instead of spreadsheets. I want to be the typo in your otherwise perfect day. I want to be the mistake you do not correct.
Have you tried being your own God before asking them to worship you?
Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes!
You can tell they’re extremely subby when they spell “button-up” as “bottom up”
Need him in my mouth and out of my head
