Specifically In The Context Of A Bunch Of Gentle Praise And Maybe A Pinch Of Edging

Specifically in the context of a bunch of gentle praise and maybe a pinch of edging

Y'all, I'm just clenching around nothing, just bucking my hips to the air

I'm so high and buzzed out that I feel myself getting wetter at fucking nothing

Just the cool evening air on my dripping cunt

There's something so hot about being put on a leash.

Whether it's with the care of a collar being put on with a leash then being attached, or (my current focus) having my top pull out their belt and fashion a leash right there.

Please, fuck, just let me be pulled around. Make it just slightly to tight so that my breath stutters

Snowy day out. As a kid, my dad would challenge me (and himself) to try to successfully start a fire with only one match.

This one took two, but given that the logs had accumulated some moisture, I give myself a pass

Cuddles.

Cuddling with another person is just fucking phenomenal.

Whether you're on your side being spooned/spooning the other person, getting to feel their warmth against you like an armor, or if you're on your back while the other cuddles into you, and you get to feel like their rock.

Cuddles can be vulnerable, and they can be comforting.

Just, cuddles are great.

I'd blame this on my starting T, but I've been having some Funky Times (tm) for four months now, even pre-T.

I'm going to eat my ovaries with a rusty spoon