Lemonsaccharinespice - Slightly Bitter Going Down

Rough sex is cool and all but imagine making love to a virgin priest. Him putting trust in you. Teaching him everything, observing his reactions to every touch, watching him shiver under new sensations.

a collar that has “good boy” engraved on it around his neck would really not fix him. i just want to see.

GODDAMMIT!!!!

put him in the locket

Need

I need to make out with that man so bad.

Need to give him a kiss both hungry and craving that has a muffled moan of surprise leaving him before he sinks into it, his hands quick to hold along my waist as he pulls me closer to him. That languid form of hunger lingers before I feel his tongue graze against my bottom lip, my hands reaching to bunch his collar as I let him deepen the kiss.

I need to press him to the wall and practically cling to him as I sink deeper into his kiss, a soft grunt of shock leaving him before I hear him groan against my lips. When I tug on his collar I want to unbutton his shirt just enough for his collarbones to poke through, enough for him to feel the chill of the lab against his bare skin in contrast to my warm hands. I want to feel him groan against my lips as my body presses firmer against his in each kiss.

I want to feel his hand trail up my back beneath my shirt, need to feel the mix of a hum and a growl he presses to my neck when I break the kiss with a gasp at his touch, something that only grows when I feel his hands shift to lift me. His pace is brisk as he takes me to the operating table, kiss-bitten lips still brushing against mine as I feel him lay me down against it.

I need to feel him kiss me so fervently the moment my back meets the cool steel, need to feel how he moans and shakes in the haze of pleasure as my hands clutch his open shirt to bring him down with me. Need to finally, finally card my fingers through his hair as he straddles me, hands trailing along my body as I can feel how hard he is this close to him.

I need to feel him gasp and whimper against me when I grind up against him, need to pull a deep, heady moan from him before his lips trail to press kisses and hickeys along my neck, all while I keep rocking against him. Need him to kiss me deeply when he comes back to press to my lips, needy yet weighing, as I’m already breaking the kiss to answer his question with a gasp of “Please. Please, I need you.”

I need to feel how he hums against my lips, grins when he hears how strong my need for him is, need to feel him murmur against my lips that he needs me just as badly before he takes me back in the hunger of his kiss. I need us to lose ourselves to the bliss of the other’s touch, unknowing or uncaring to the fact that someone could walk in at any moment.

Temptations of Father Basil Part 1 (18+) is out now!

Father Basil knew better than to enter the door to Hell that haunted his village, but when it becomes clear that it's the only way to find his lost friend Sage, then the priest is forced to do the unthinkable. 

But instead of arriving in the lands of brimstone and torment he expected, Father Basil finds himself in the Gardens of Malum, a lush flowery estate where demons indulge in their lechery and hedonism. He is soon hunted by strange bloodthirsty demons and, much more to his horror, tempted by the  the shadowy smug demon Dandelion, whose desires for Father Basil extend farther than the priest's soul. 

This is Part One of The Temptations of Father Basil, an episodic short story series following Father Basil's search for his lost friend, his explorations of the lands of Hell, and his developing relationship with the strange demon Dandelion.

These stories are sexual in nature and should only be read by mature audiences. You can find more detailed contents on the shop page

17k words, 14 illustrations. Comes in PDF and EPUB formats.

Read it here!

are you gonna let me kiss your tummy or what bro

scientific worship

me when emesis blue medic-

you are so real for that

i need him tied up with his own rosary, whimpering, shaking, knowing that once he feels my touch he can never go back to his old god because he belongs to me now and i’m the one he’ll worship

i’d kiss him hard, running my tongue along his sharp teeth and pushing my thigh between his, feeling him moan into my mouth at the slightest friction because he’s been untouched for so long and fuck, he’s so sensitive

i want to hear his stuttering gasps when i push inside him, feel the shock run through his body when i find the spot where it feels best and hit it over and over just to watch his brain melt

god i would edge him for so long, promise him that he’ll still be holy just so long as he doesn’t come, his face dripping tears and his cock dripping pre as he struggles to hold it together under my unforgiving hands and mouth

is anyone going to tell me why the tf2 domination lines are...like that? i'm probably biased but if i was killed by engineer and he called me a "dead little jackrabbit" with that tone, i would be stroking my penuits beyond the grave.