My Hands Tied To The Headboard, Being Straddled By Him, Slowly Grinding His T-dick Against Mine While

spooning except he is finger fucking you with one hand and covering your mouth with the other

what if (theoretically) you told me how you jerk off to me (theoretically) telling me all the dirty things you'd do to me, were you with me (theoretically) all while not allowing me to touch myself (theoretically)?

can someone please fuck me in their hoodie?

i need it

wanna pull a pretty boy closer by his belt and watch him get all flustered and hard

The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

what if i travelled with my dom bottom for work. what if i checked the clock every few minutes for him to come back to our hotel room, after waiting all day, not wanting to touch myself because it just does not feel as good. what if i begged him to let me grind against his thigh, his lap, his tdick. what if i pleaded him to let me cum just from that because i can't stop. what if they grabbed my waist and stopped me whispering "not yet, baby boy". what if.

“My prince”

Js take my pants off shit

they need to speed up inventing a way trans men can cum inside each other this is of vital importance

you want to be a good service top don't you?

then stay still, don't move your hips an inch while i suck your tcock and play with your hole. keep a hand in my hair, but don't do anything to move me or lead me. this isn't about you now, this is for my pleasure.

oh, you almost came? i'm sorry baby, you can't finish until im done using you. put the strap on, you don't get the privilege of coming until you've gotten me off first. im going to ride you and play with your pretty nips until you can't even think about pleasing anyone but me. you don't mind if i pull on your leash a little bit to keep your attention, do you?

good boy, you made your sir feel so good today. as a reward, you may grind on my mouth and hand until you come all over my face. don't forget to thank me while you get off ;)

there’s just something about a partner recognizing when you’re desperately horny and needy and taking pity on you. something about them saying “awww, sweet boy. does it hurt here?” and rubbing between your legs or putting their hand on your lower belly. something about them promising to “make you feel better” but taking their time. agonizingly slow so that you either let out a whine or try to grind against them, unable to take it anymore. there’s something about them going, “shhh, it’s alright, let me take care of you.” and biting back a grin because they know full well that they’re going to fuck you until you cry. until it really hurts.