"If It's Sex You're Looking For..." Designed By Judith Johnson For Hallmark, 1971. Archived From The

medic giggling while im deep in his prostat- yea, okay that's enough for today

woah dude..... your hurt sound is vaguely sexual..... im trying to kill you but im. im getting a bit flustered

Pinup Medic, both red and blue ❤️💙

a priest that's so desperate to be close and intimate with you but can't bring himself to really do anything, so he begs you to just stay the night with with him, both of you fully clothed as he holds you in his arms.

Touch

His hold deliberately lingers and presses just firm enough for me to register the weight of them, to take in just how big his hands are against me. His movement is slow, teasing, as he trails one hand down my hips while the other comes to cradle my cheek. It's impossible to hide the flush that rushes to my face as I almost bury myself in his touch, something he's quick to catch.

"Don't hide from me."

A plea and a command all at once. He can feel the sheepish smile that comes to me as I turn my gaze back to his. The flush is quick to grow deeper as I feel his thumb brush against my cheek with a rumbling hum of pride.

"So pretty for me."

The rumble of his voice alone is already enough to leave me blushing, but with the weight of his praise and touch added to it, it's enough to leave me completely breathless and he knows it. I can feel his breath against my skin as I let myself fall into his touch, can feel the marvel in his eyes and fingers as he holds me.

"Meine Liebe."

The kiss he presses to my lips is as slow and teasing as the weight of his hands against me, carrying a hunger all the same that's quick to leave me sinking against him. I can feel how he grins against me as I moan against his touch, the hand on my hip trailing to massage my thigh as he deepens the kiss.

The cradle of his hand against my cheek shifts when we part, his thumb gently brushing against my mouth as our temples press. I can feel him press against my bottom lip, something quicker to pull a breath of a gasp and a plea for him out of me quicker than either of us seem to anticipate it. I can feel the stutter of his breath held to him like this, before the proud rumble of a laugh that pours from him is quick to make the flush deeper.

Gradually, he shifts the hold of his hand to press the tip of his index finger to my lips, goosebumps quick to rise to my skin from the weight of this alone against me. I nearly plead for him again before my words are quick to fade to a moan as I feel him press himself past the first knuckle inside my mouth. He's careful, weighing, yet teasing all the same as he basks in the warmth of my mouth before I feel the tip of another finger pressed to my lips.

I can't muffle the moan that leaves me as I shift to take more of him, nearly keening at the shuddering gasp of a moan that leaves him at the sight of me. I can feel the hand on my thigh kneading deeper, firmer as he practically purrs against me. His fingers press themselves deeper into my mouth, thrusting at a pace both languid yet teasing.

"You take me so well, liebling."

The whimper in his voice is quick to pull another keen from me, quick to leave me chasing more of his touch. God, I'm already bucking against him from this alone...I can catch how hard he is against me like this, something quick to leave me closer to the edge before I feel his lips press to the skin of my neck, as he murmurs another praise that completely leaves me sinking.

"So gut für mich, meine Liebe."

Love men who get horny from mundane things. He needs to go through a man’s equivalent of ovulation when he sees you folding laundry. He has to feel like he needs to be sedated because you were humming while making coffee. He should feel like he’s in heat simply because you giggled at something in your phone. It would be borderline offensive if your simple existence did not send him into the world’s most frenzy of All Time actually

Oral

Anatomy is his specialty. He's incredible with his hands, but he's truly a force of something powerful and dangerous with his mouth, with his tongue. He knows just the right kind of pace to tease you relentless in his edging, the pads of his fingers along your inner thighs only more overwhelming as his hands hold you still, his grasp warm and firm. His touch is everything yet not enough all at once, and you're practically chasing every ounce of it you're given.

In his teasing, he is desperate for it, for your taste, for your pleasure. He's always been vocal during sex, but there's something to the sounds that leave him when he takes you in his mouth; how he moans when he gets that first instance of your taste, how he breathes something between a grunt and a whimper as he shifts to take more of you, the vibrations of his sounds only making your own desperation for him grow.

His hands grip your thighs, lifts you just enough to grant him the angle to give you more; he's practically begging you to fuck his face, to ride him completely and utterly breathless. Your warning that you're close only has him doubling down his efforts, his fingers fucking into you as he pulls back only for a breath of a moment, lips still ghosting against you as he tells you to come for him. When he takes you back in his mouth, your hands card through his hair as you press him closer to you, your release one that hits you hard.

Your moans nearly drown out his own as he takes you, as his hold shakes in the overwhelming rush of pleasure. It's only when you lightly tug him back that he lifts himself to breathe, as his hooded gaze meets your blissed out expression. Your release coats his lips, his chin…a deep flush runs down along his chest, something that nearly takes your breath away, the sensation only growing when you catch sight of the cum spattered along his abdomen; he'd come just from the taste of you.

bf with an oral fixation eating me out for his own stress relief-

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

i need to have my ribs cracked open and my heart bitten into and yes it is a sex thing obviously