some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
There’s no better feeling than bouncing on it puppy style
Like yeah let me whimper and make little pathetic noises while I rock my hips up and down on your dick, I’m surprised you’re letting a little puppy like me get away with using you like my own personal toy hehe
in the mood to beg
He keeps making comments about my boobs and it is really tempting me. I have not a clue how to send a good tit pic but for him I would try. I also admitted to him I "did" post about some stuff on a tumbler. He doesn't know the user though and he said he want to get it out of me himself.
He might not understand it but he genuinely makes me happy, among other things but anyway. He is a sweet and lovable being that deserves my affection, attraction, love and more. I mean what I said about being willing to give him kids. I mean the things I re-blog about our relationship too. I just love him. My boy <3.
Currently on call with him video call with him. And his dad is up stairs so he sends me a text being like "just a heads up from the way your camera is angled I could see some under boob"...
My nerdy sweet boy. Jannu. I answered the call in a cropped thin white tank top and shorts that stop at my hips. I don't care if you saw a bit of under boob. So I said that and he said. "I know but I just thought I should let you know."
I love you and that you check my comfort with everything in our relationship since you know I had a shit one before but please, acknowledge the fact I'm doing this on purpose. He's so cute when flustered.
royalty kink but i don't have the attitude or stuck up arguments of a prince. i just want to be dressed up in pretty ruffles/lace and pampered until im slammed into the sheets by a much bigger knight without having to think
i need to fuck him so bad i wanna make him cum a morbillion times and then put him in a warm bath n wash his hair for him n dry him off n wrap him in fluffy towels n feed him chocolate n yummy snacks n give him a nice massage then cuddle with him in a big mountain of pillows n watch stupid shitty reality tv while i run my fingers through his hair until he falls asleep with his head on my chest n a lil smile on his face
We hung out today with some of my friends and he kissed me twice. I did it as he was leaving by grabbing his collar and kissing him then I panicked and tried to back pedal. Only for him to mutter a "No you don't" as he held my waist and kissed me again. Genuinely felt a bit dissy afterwards which was a surprise but goodness did he catch me off guard with this.
We both called again when we got home and I ended up confessing a wet dream I had in detail where he fingered me to him. He teased me and added something About storing it away for later. Teasing me like that both makes me want to be submissive and manhandled or bratty and assertive. He made a comment about making my insides sticky and I jokingly brought up a condom to which he replied "Ehhhh...". Only to end it off by asking how many kids I'd want in the future.
I responded with two or three but I had to fight my brain from saying "Baby boy as long as we're financially, emotionally, and mentally good for it I'd pop out as many kids as you want sir." Thank god I'm too much of a wuss for that but he gave me a ring as a late birthday gift though.
Ovulating is the worst. I'm sitting here trembling, sweating and on the verge of tears because my body is aching with the need to be filled. He sent my a text teasing me but I swear the way my brain would've snapped by now if he was next to me. I don't give a fuck about condoms right now, even in this economy. I just want him so badly it's driving me insane.
I just want to hear his voice while I do my best not to fall apart under his attention. I want him to compliment me. Or tease and poke fun at me while I'm struggling not to cry on his lap. This is ridiculous. The universe truly is testing me. He'll I'd even settle for just sucking him off with his hands in my hair right now.
Wanna hold his hand while his head is buried between my thighs 😇
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