My new song "On a Sunday Morning" is out since 2 days and got 20 streams already!
Thank you all for listening, this means a lot!
How do you like the song? =)
You can listen to this song pretty much everywhere, but here are some links gathered together for you:
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New Release!
Good time of day!
Today is the day of the release of my new song On a Sunday Morning!
Since it's been a while since I released my last song, I'm very excited about this showing you some new beats!
It's available pretty much everywhere, but I gathered the most important links here:
I hope you'll enjoy it and wish y'all a purrtastic day!
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TPoH: Update!
The Property of Hate is a web comic which updates on Sundays (health allowing)
Read TPoH from the start here.
Update here on the TPoH website!
Got hooked? BUY THE BOOK(s)!
and if you really like TPoH and my other work, please consider supporting me on Patreon, even just one or two dollars a month helps!
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I’m in that dozy, half-asleep state, vaguely dreaming. my body is warm, pliant and need. I’m dreaming of you, your hands grazing my body, your lips on my neck. I can feel myself getting wetter, and the vision of you moans.
The feeling of your fingers gently rubbing my clit is so real. I grind against it, searching for more friction, and the sense of sleep begins to fall away. I’m awake now, aware of you still sleeping gently beside me, your arms wrapped around me. I let out a shaky gasp when I realise that your touch was not a figment of my imagination, that in your sleep your hand has found its way between my legs, your other hand wrapped around my breast and squeezing gently. I struggle to stay still, afraid that if I jolt you then you’ll move away. You touch me lazily, fingers tracing my soaking pussy, and I bite my lip as you let out a groan. Your other hand tightens and I can’t hold back the whine of pleasure.
“Fuck,” You murmur, hand beginning to move faster. You grind against me, a leg hooking over mine, holding me in place. All instinctual, all driven by pure desire and longing. I want to touch you, to run my hands through your hair, to kiss you, but you have me trapped against the front of your body. My hips roll back to meet yours and your voice becomes clearer. “Don’t stop baby.”
“I won’t,” I breathe, feeling the knot growing in my stomach as you bring me closer and closer to the edge. Your lips meet the curve where my neck and shoulder meet, kissing before biting down and pulling a shuddering moan from my throat. I look over my shoulder to see you, fully awake, your eyes sparkling with lust. You slide your fingers inside me, my hole stretching around you so perfectly.
“So fucking tight.” Your words are enough to push me right to the edge and I ride your fingers as much as I can from this position, desperate for release. “That’s right, just like that.” The orgasm washes over me, my body trembling in your arms as you draw out the sensation, touch slowing, become gentler and gentler. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
With your grip loosened on me I turn to face you, kissing you softly. I don’t have the words to describe how good it felt, but you kiss me back and I know you understand.
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* this is about queer sapphic sex. men and minors dni*
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