Have We Considered The Scalp As An Erogenous Zone. The Sheer Bliss Of Getting Your Hair Played With Lovingly

have we considered the scalp as an erogenous zone. the sheer bliss of getting your hair played with lovingly while you give head. a hand in the back of your hair while you make out. hair pulling. need I say more

I'm like if a chivalrous knight kissed a fair maiden's hand and said "my lady, I fight for you" and then walked off and immediately tripped over his own armor and fell on the ground

the urge to be leashed to the headboard and forced to watch a femme, just out of reach, put on a show and fuck themself in front of me without being able to touch them..and when they finally sit up to unleash me, cunt right in my face....yeah

strap sucking but I’m a hopeless romantic:

I’m feeling lazy tonight.

It’s raining hard outside, spattering the windows so loudly that I almost can’t hear you hum that little tune from our bed. Except I can. And it still makes me smile despite the fact it’s absolutely going to get stuck in my head tomorrow. It’s from an ad or something that was on during our rainy day movie night earlier.

We didn’t really focus on the movie, but I didn’t complain. I’m not complaining now, because I still have the strap on under my shorts and it’s still wet from you and I. I can feel how your eyes are burning into my back. I smile at that. You’ve never been very subtle in letting me know you want me, have you, babe? But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I shift in my chair and set down my book, stretching out from the desk with a sigh as I turn to face you.

You’re staring.

Another night, I might’ve kept you staring.

Tonight though, I want more than your gaze. So, I let my knees fall open and I can’t help but chuckle at how your eyes snap immediately to the lithe bulge in my shorts. I sigh and slide a hand down to where you’re so deftly staring. It takes one heated moment of eye contact before you’re on your knees in front of me with your hands in my waistband. My mind tunes out the rain outside in favour of watching you pull the strap free. You’re gentle with it, like always, like it really is part of my body. It’s times like this I wish it was, but it’s just as enthralling this way too.

You press your lips to the tip. A little peck. Saying hello again. Then you’re opening your mouth and taking me almost halfway. A shudder of pure bliss runs through me and I sag a little in the chair. You start to move in earnest and it’s me who gets squirmy about it. I’m grateful for your hands on my thighs. Falling off the chair while you’re sucking my strap is not something I want to repeat. Unless it makes us both laugh again.

Our room quickly becomes slick sounds of your mouth working—your tongue too—and I know if my eyes were open I’d see how your cheeks hollow a little when your lips hit the base. You pull back to start again and now I meet your eyes and smile. It’s a symphony of senses, and I’m basking in it all. You’ll take your time, there’s no rush.

I’m in good hands, all here for you to use for however long you like. <3

did you say hockey lesbian (I'm literally blushing this is not a joke)

I did say hockey lesbian 🤭 does someone like that?

I talk about all the sex all of the time here because I am so fucking horny but don’t get me wrong I love dating. Let me pick you up and take you out. I am such a gentleman femme. I love to think of the perfect places to take you. Lets have date night evenings at home. I will make you feel so special always. You deserve it <3

And then I’ll fuck you like nothing else matters 😘