i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.
anonymously (or not) ask me any question you’d like to know about me
I in fact need attention
stop liking my posts and start sloppy tongue kissing me instead
guys, wear smaller shorts please. hoochie daddy summer. hot boy summer. show leg and thigh and calf pls. do this one thing. for me. ill be so normal about it. thanks.
I simply want to give up every shred of control. But only to the one deserving. He takes that control so that he can break me of all the misguided notions, the harmful habits, the anxious thoughts planted by others to keep me from flourishing. He takes it so that he can rebuild. Better. Confident. In that loss of control, that submission, that rebirth... I know that's where I'll find real freedom.
I just think us fucking in the mating press position would bring us closer together as mutuals.
i’m gonna go crazy i need to be filled i need to be pinned the fuck down in a mating press with no chance of moving or getting out and all i can do is lay there and take his cock fucking me so hard it almost hurts and i’m squirming and whimpering like a bitch while he tells me how much of a good cock slut i am
Thinking about taking a bath together, but it’s me taking care of him. Massaging his scalp while I wash his hair, then his shoulders, his back, his legs. We would be sitting with him between my legs. I’d leave his cock for the end. I want to touch him slowly and gently at first, making him breathe deeply. I’d plant kisses on his neck and bite his shoulders, whisper how much I adore him, continue stroking him at a faster pace now. Hear his beautiful moans and groans. Feel him throbbing in my hand and eventually cum. For him to relax against me while I keep kissing and caressing him.
your cock would look so good down my throat btw
Princesses doing a little stomp and hmph when they get upset is inherently bunny-coded, which is yet another reason to bend them over and breed them like such.