There’s Just Something About A Partner Recognizing When You’re Desperately Horny And Needy And Taking

yeah sex is cool and all that, but holding them??? in my arms??? while they also hold me??? when they're tired and going limp against my body as they're drifting off to sleep??? are you fucking kidding me that shit's insane

what if i travelled with my dom bottom for work. what if i checked the clock every few minutes for him to come back to our hotel room, after waiting all day, not wanting to touch myself because it just does not feel as good. what if i begged him to let me grind against his thigh, his lap, his tdick. what if i pleaded him to let me cum just from that because i can't stop. what if they grabbed my waist and stopped me whispering "not yet, baby boy". what if.

i hope i’m not just a mutual to you but someone you would wrap your legs around and beg not to pull out

boys moaning and struggling to stay quiet is my favourite sound

thinking about riding a guy with his hands tied up to the bedpost. watching his face squint in pleasure, his mouth fall open, the admiration in his eyes as he looks up at me.

and when he starts thrusting his hips up, i stop, making him whine

“don’t move. you’re a good boy, aren’t you? stay still then. no whining! hey, if you don’t quit whining, i’m gonna up and leave you here. yeah, gonna leave you just like this, tied up and rock hard. you don’t want that, do you? of course you don’t. be a good boy then, and stay still. let me take care of you.”

manifesting myself with bruised knees from how much time i've spent on the floor sucking their tdick, licking their cunt, shoving my tongue in their hole, choking on their slick, being held by the hair as they thrust into my mouth. manifesting myself with bruised knees-

horny but my tummy hurts. god is really giving his toughest battle to his weakest soldier

i keep thinking about being in bed with just my underwear on. feeling their soft touch on me, almost casual, but i know they're pushing all the buttons they can find to see what makes me the most flustered, what sends chills down my spine, what makes my breath pick up its pace. they'd be teasing me with their fingertip, grazing on my skin, until they reach my underwear, feeling how much i've wet them already.

"what's happening down there, baby? let me take a look."

they'd move between my legs, caressing my thigh with a hand and looking at the wet patch growing and growing on my underwear. they wouldn't even bother to take it off, just move it to the side enough to expose my twitching dick and my wet cunt. of course it ends up with them fingering me until i can't speak anymore and topping it off by fucking me until we're a panting moaning mess all over each other

I want to eat them out on their birthday. My tongue tasting their perfect cunt, my lips wrapping around their sensitive clit, my eyes fixed on their face, flushed with pleasure. I lap and lick and suck their clit while their thighs surround my face, my hands holding their perfect legs open so I can get closer and closer and deeper inside them. Dragging the flat of my tongue over them over and over while their fingers tangle in my hair and they utter, "good boy, gooood boy," with breathless happiness. I want to eat them out for hours, until my body is tired but I'm still so desperate to bring them pleasure that nothing can stop me. I want to be covered in their cum and breathless with pleasure when they pull me up to meet them, their obedient servant on their birthday.

thinking about me between his thighs and sucking him off. thinking about his hands in my hair and pulling him in closer and holding his thighs and how good he sounds when he moans and how pretty my name sounds coming from his lips and tasting him and and and