Prompt from a buddy: Okay I feel like the heat of summer brain feels like a bad version of a sleepy hypno good brain, so turn being a pile of summer goo sloth into something sexy and fun and on purpose? Is that a good prompt?
Everything moves slower on a day like today. It's one of those muggy summer days where the air is thick; where the temperature is juuust tolerable if you lay flat on your back and don’t do anything or go anywhere or exert yourself in any way. A slow-moving sticky sort of day, and any bit of physical contact would have us covered in sweat in seconds, so not really the best situation for fucking.
How convenient, then, that I don’t need to touch you in order to fuck you.
All it takes is me lying in bed next to you. My voice in your ear. My presence, and the feeling of my attention. Is it your imagination, or can you already feel goosebumps from the way I’m looking at you?
Because lying spread-eagled on your back in just your underwear is the best way to stay cool, but it also happens to make you feel a bit… exposed. Certainly, there’s a lovely view for me to admire, so I’m not complaining. You can imagine the way my eyes travel across your body, and you can feel that little thrill to realize how much I like the look of you.
It’s a funny feeling, the way that little frisson of arousal reacts against the lazy heaviness of your body right now. They’re two opposing forces; normally that feeling fizzes through you, bright and effervescent, but now, in this heat, it feels languid, liquid.
You can lean into that heaviness, it’s okay. Feel the very slight pressure of the air around you, the way your muscles simply don’t want to move, the comforting softness of the mattress like the comforting softness of your mind as it melts into the heat. There’s no need to move, to think, to do anything in particular; just let your skin soak up my words like the way it soaks up the warmth that suffuses through your whole body.
I don’t need to touch you to fuck you, because this lazy luxurious heat has you so loose and open that my words can slip right into your mind, gliding over you easy like skin against sweat-slick skin. So when I remind you how heavy your body is, it’s so easy and natural to notice that; when I explain how you’re melting for me, you sigh and settle a bit more into my control; when I mention the slow tingle of pleasure humming in your body, it arcs from my intention to your reality like an electric spark.
Because this sort of heat lends itself to pleasure. Not desperate and grasping and thrusting and sweaty, though that’s its own delight; no, a slow and sprawling pleasure that pulses gently under your skin. It’s the perfect temperature for squirming gently against the slow simmer of your arousal.
Everything moves slower on a day like today, so the spike of pleasure doesn’t immediately jolt out through all of you; it rolls easily outward, a wave that resonates through your hips’ gentle undulations. Feel good for me, and let me drink in the sight.
Of course, with your muscles so warm and limp, it’s hard to muster the energy to move at all. Your body wants to twitch lazily, but it barely can; just the slight tremble, the little noises escaping you. And without the outlet of the squirming to bleed off that slow-build pleasure, it has nowhere to escape to; it keeps doubling and redoubling on itself, resonant waves intensifying each other.
You can imagine the slow thunderous roll of your orgasm; it would probably feel so good, that bubbling-up release of pressure, coursing through you with agonizing and delicious slowness that makes your toes curl. Your body wants that, right? Your body knows the way and tightens toward it, all languid need. There’s no rush, not in this heat, just the gentle and inexorable build, and the comforting tingly certainty of what’s coming.
Your body is a puddle of pleasure, my words slipping around your thoughts as easy as fucking, and you can feel the triumphant burst of that orgasm so achingly close, if only you could rock your hips and your mind that extra inch to meet it.
I'd love to tell you more about my love of somnophilia and free use, but unfortunately it's nap time. I'll leave my bedroom door open if you happen to need anything. Goodnight~
Girl that bullied you in high school recognizing you at the bar, despite everything estrogen has done to your body since.
Girl that apologizes for all of that, says she was going through a lot figuring out she was gay and took it out on you and feels bad about it, so she buys you a few drinks to apologize.
Girl that feels really comfortable to be around after you notice you her turning away a few guys with a sharp glare so you can be alone with her.
Girl that offhandedly jokes that she can take you out back and give you one last wedgie "for old times sake"
Girl that looks confused when you get visibly blushy and flustered and moan like you need something when she places a hand on your back near your waistband.
Girl whose heartrate spikes when you accidentally let slip that youve been fantasizing about her doing that exact thing to you for the last 15 years.
Girl who smiles sadistically as she invites you back to her place so she can bully you the way she always wanted to back when she didnt know why she thought you were cute.
Girl that smirks and suddenly grips your panties and yanks them up right as youre about to get in the taxi just so she can hear all thoae adorable noises shes been missing for the past decade and a half
Girl that pulls ypu into a hot passionate makeout session and then reaches back and pulls your panties up, forcing you to gasp and moan into her mouth because she wont let you pull away.
Girl that bounces you one single time because your panties are too cute and she doesnt wanna ruin them and stares in stunned silence as she finds out that thats all to make you cum your pretty little brains out.
Girl who cant stop herself from grinning while she listens to you apologize for it.
Girl who wont let you leave when you get embarrassed and tells you that its the hottest thing shes ever seen and cant wait to see if she can do it again
if youre still looking for something to post about, you should post about intox!! me somebody getting you all high and fuzzy, then groping you while you zone out and barely even notice :3
also um. could you pretty pleeeeeeeease post a pic? i promise to be very very nice about it :3c
oooh true... i'd love if someone 👀 could just keep feeding me edibles, pressing them onto my compliant little tongue as i start to get fuzzier and sillier, just a bit gigglier and... hornier
which i can never avoid when i'm high, even before i had an intox kink i was always getting wet and aroused and horny whenever i would have weed which was so CRAZY lol now it's just a reinforced cycle of getting high and horny
groping feels so good i hardly even know when i'm groping myself so when i start just feeling hot and heavy i barely notice how your hand creeps up underneath my shirt and squeezing my chest. your hand on my nipples feels so good i just start moaning, getting horny about how horny i am because of how high i am...
just thinking to myself it feels soooo good as i let you keep rubbing me and spreading the wetness between my legs, all while i just moan helplessly for you...
WOOF i got carried away there but hehe. picture hopefully incoming
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