cockwarming as a little spoon with slight shifts, clenching, twitching, and whining, turning into being fucked, held in place, and pushing your head into the cushions to hush your moans>>

I want to pin a cute boy to the kitchen counter; my hips pressed into his ass as he’s messing around with something on the countertop. I want to hear the gasp of surprise and feel him push back into me, grinding back onto my dick, teasing. I’d cover his neck in hot, wet, sloppy kisses before flipping him around to grind himself against my thigh until he’s shaking and breathless

want someone to hold me back against their chest and rub my clit until it's so sensitive im crying and ive cum so many times all I can do is lean my head against their shoulder and whimper.

i love the idea of being called “beloved” as a gender neutral dom term. the thought of degrading a sub while they’re on their knees only to have them look up and say “thank you, beloved”. what a kindness to be worshipped when being so cruel to such a sweet sub. that’s right, darling. take my orders so lovingly and tell me “yes, my beloved” while you do it. you look so pretty and pathetic

nothing makes me cum harder than thinking about how often they beg to be my toy. how they're so apt to please me, they would lay themselves out to be used as i like.

i'd love to spend hours edging myself with my sweet little toy, working them into overstimulation before i even get off once. just enjoying the sensation of being filled with them, no real regard for their pleasure

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i love when i get to tease you, when i get to spread your legs open and feast on you. when your holes taste so right against my tongue and you grind against me, desperate for more...sweet little one, don't you know? all you have to do is beg nicely...

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i want someone to tie me down so i cant move and make me cum over and over and OVER again with a vibe to my clit until im crying.

thinking of how wonderful it would be to wrap them and i up in one of the blankets i've made; soft, warm, and embedded with the scent of me

to lay their face against my chest as i trail palms gently up their arms, up to massage at their neck and shoulders

would never know from the look of me that the casual intimacy would be enough to have my touch-starved self so worked up, and yet i'd find myself fighting to keep my heart rate steady against their little sighs of pleasure as i work out the tension in their back

of course, the facade would be impossible to keep up with the incessant shifting, full-body tenses when i'd press into a particularly sore or sensitive spot of their deltoids. i wouldn't make away without being asked what was up with me and all they'd get would be a muffled "sorry", the rest unintelligiblly mumbled into my palms, hands pulled away from their back

they aren't the type to let me get away with the shy-act; they know better, of course. would pry those hands away from my face with the intent of forcing me to repeat myself, but i love to please at every opportunity i recieve, and they'd have me repeating myself and more before the words even left their mouth

i didn't mean to, really, i just can't, couldn't help it with the little breathy noises you make. i know you didn't mean anything by them, but fuck, i-- you. gods you're gorgeous; you don't understand what you do to me, love