Made to have a hot masc eat me out, forced to go to work 😔

reblog for something lgbt to happen to you TODAY

don't you wanna feel my strap inside of you, sweet thing? don't you wanna feel my boobs on your back? hear my heavy breathing, my needy moans for you? you're taking this so well, your pussy was made for me.

dreaming about the day i'll be soothed to sleep by the feeling of nails tracing gentle, idle motions all along my back. i'll bury my face into their chest and take a deep breath, willing the scent of their chosen body product to completely envelope me in a comfortable haze and overtake my senses. they'd smell like home, of course. of home, happiness, and solace. they'd whisper ever so softly, "go to sleep, love. i'll be here when you wake up." their hands running up and down the skin of my back, occasionally scratching slightly until my breathing has evened out, chest rising and falling in a tranquil cadence. my arms would be wrapped around their waist, loosely holding them against me, skin against skin. the two of us against the world.

men dni, this is about lesbians

I wanna cuddle with you while lazily grinding. Not really caring about getting anywhere, just comfortable pleasure

this post is about eye contact during sex.

when they’re tracing their hand towards somewhere they’ve never touched you, or somewhere they know you’re sensitive, and they look up at you like: do you want me here? and they’re slow, so slow, giving you time to pull their hands somewhere else, and you know from how they’re looking at you they’re doing it on purpose

when they lose themself in bliss and open their eyes and your eyes meet and they whisper fuck

when they’re watching themself go in and out of you and look up to you to watch the desperation on your face when they slow down

with their hands around your throat

when they want you to beg for more

when you’re both thinking i love you but neither of you can catch your breath enough to say it out loud

ya that’s what i got

Tits or ass? Bro the curve of her neck and the feel of her palm gently resting on my cheek

soft intimacy and cat interruptions 🐈‍⬛🪻

I wanna wear cute lingerie for her and do everything she wants

as we shift into the colder months, i am submitting my humble application to be someone's bed warmer

as your bed warmer i will:

keep the bed warm

not get crumbs on bed

learn all your plushies names and give them the love they deserve

give you cuddles (i can be either spoon)

watch that one show you're obsessed with but no one else will watch with you

and all for the low low price of!

nothing i just want cuddles

plz hire me

Girls with round faces and girls with soft bellies and girls with curves and girls with broad shoulders and girls with wide hips and just. big girls in general <3

I just want someone to be gay with

i want to be someone's first choice. i want someone to love me like im the only person right for them. i want to be loved. i want things to stop hurting so much. i want someone to choose me...

I want to be needed. Not like, in a codependent way. I value my individual personhood too much for that. But for her to be possessive. Territorial. A little obsessed even. For us to go out and she won't stop giving subtle reminders that she's claimed this butch ass. Grabbing my arm. A light hand on my back. A little too dramatic/loud kiss on my cheek in front of others. Jumping on my shoulders when she gets excited. Pouting when I don't hold her hand for a long enough period of time. Sitting herself in my lap when at the bar regardless of how red my face gets. I want to go to the office, and when I go to check up on phone notifications she's just dropped little love notes. Maybe something to tease me, making it impossible to focus in the meeting I have in 20 minutes. For her to test my patience the entire work day whether it's in-office or at home. Because she knows the very second I'm alone with her she's mine.

I want to have to accommodate fashion choices because "ah fuck, I didn't realize she'd left a bite mark there". Because of course she did, I let her. She claws, bites, and yearns for my body and ensures the marks are there to show it. I don't like pain, but when it's that. When it's because something in her so primally needs me that it's like a vampire with blood, how could I say no. I'm hers after all. Hers.

I want to be at home, relaxing on my night to myself while she's out with the girls, and she sends me photo updates the entire time. Not as surveillance, but as a "yes I'm dressed this slutty but I'm still yours". To know that she can go out and be as sloppy as she likes and I know with certainty she's coming home to me at the end of the day to get worshipped. Destroyed. Devoured.

I feel so confident in situations like that. I stand tall. Take more risks. Drive myself to achieve more. I'm louder, laugh more, and more outgoing. Because she's claimed me. The way she acts some people will think it's a d/s relationship where I own her, but that couldn't be further from the truth. She's claimed me, and I handed her the lead with joyous serenity.

not to be rude but i should be clawing into someone’s back rn and biting their neck and collarbone and pulling them into me while they lose themself in me and moan and groan in my ear and pull my hair and tell me how much they needed this

Can’t wait to move in with her so we can do loud slutty things together, like fold laundry, and laugh so hard we cry, cuddle all morning bc she is the most comforting person I’ve ever held