Im Drinking And I Think The Perfect Thing To Pair With It Would Be A Groomer In My Messages, Asking Pervy

i’m drinking and i think the perfect thing to pair with it would be a groomer in my messages, asking pervy questions while i mindlessly sip on my cocktail.

(it takes one cocktail to get me my preferred level of drunk and my dm/asks is open)

bending over in front of open windows around the house bc i know my pretty panties stretch so nicely for the perv across the street xox

realistically, as a virgin ‘goldstar’ lesbian, I couldn't possibly be a size queen. but my mind does wonder…

something about the thought of my eyes wandering down to a print. let’s say the smoke session just happened to turn you on. too much light banter, soft touches, and mindless seduction from my fogged out brain. i wouldn’t notice how my top dips exposing my breast when i reach for the joint. or how my shorts rise enough for your eyes to trace my inner thighs. really i wouldn’t pay attention to much. but when i bend over to take the roach from you, it would be a concern if I didn’t notice that bulge.

i’ve seen bulges before. i mean, i’m known to be an “untouchable tease”, but i’ve never seen one quite as large as yours. so my soft “woah,” that was meant to not be said out loud, had reasoning. but it was a trigger to you, huh? i know it was, because it twitched. and your already low eyes glazed over.

maybe you’re thinking about how I let it slip that i’ve never been with a guy, before? or maybe, your mind is stuck on how my lips wrap around the spliff? maybe, just maybe, it’s thinking about just how long it would take for you to force that cock into my tight unexpecting pussy? yea, in your eyes I can see it brewing.

how you’d ruin me for anyone else, and just have me cock drunk and high for your disposal. hell, i wouldn’t even need to be so inebriated after a while. the feeling of being completely full would have me at your mercy.

me: *emotionally shut off to men because they always take advantage of my naivety*

also me: *has a corruption/grooming kink*

when your friends constantly try to get you to break up bc they see the bruises, and how you flinch when they stroke your hair, or how your clothes have gotten shorter since dating them. but you swear with all of your being that you’ve never felt happier. and mean it <3

psa: m truly not interested in hard domination or degradation from the jump, or at all in terms of degradation. please read my pinned, thank uu