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cutiepiesub:

Your partner eating you out with slow gentle licks and making you whine and beg and they just keep going slow until they suddenly suck on your clit and push two fingers inside you making you moan so loud and they just coo and call you pretty

fourhologram:

yearning big time for that specific moment in married domestic life where im doing my own thing, reading or whatever, and my wife hooking her finger under my chin and tilting my head up to look her. and maybe that first kiss that follows is more like two smiles pressed together, but that slow melt the follows? putting the book aside to welcome her in my lap, her hands warm on my cheeks? the easy kind of love that comes from knowing someone for a long time? yeah

what if I was on my hands and knees while you fingered me and teased me for being such a slut ahaha 😳😳😳

mmmm want to lick boot,,,,

switch-as-in-hit-me:

Aww, what’s the matter, baby? Are you feeling a little needy? A little desperate, horny enough not to focus on anything else and embarassed enough not to do anything about it?

Do you want me to pin you down? Tease you until I decide you’re begging enough to earn relief? Kiss away all those needy little whimpers?

Oh, you’re blushing! You’re so cute when you’re all flustered like that. If you want it, you’re going to have to ask

firstfullmoon:
“Gabrielle Calvocoressi, “Most Days I Want to Live”
“[text ID: Not all days. But most days / I do. Most days the garden’s / almost enough: little pink flowers / on the sage, even though / the man said we couldn’t eat / it. Not this...

firstfullmoon:

Gabrielle Calvocoressi, “Most Days I Want to Live”

[text ID: Not all days. But most days / I do. Most days the garden’s / almost enough: little pink flowers / on the sage, even though / the man said we couldn’t eat / it. Not this kind. And I said, / Then, gosh. What’s the point? / The flowers themselves, / I suppose. The rain came / and then the hail came and my love / brought them in. Even tipped / over they look optimistic. / I know it’s too late to envy / the flowers. That century’s / over and done. And hope? / That’s a jinx. But I did set them / right. I patted them a little. / And prayed for myself, which / is embarrassing to admit / in this day and age. But I did it. / Because no one was looking / or listening anyway.]

rynezion:

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nap time :>

sweatermuppet:

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from blessed be the ones who tie off the trash bags by silas denver melvin

femmeidiot:

Me, a stupid lesbian: oh you’re butch and have keys?? On your belt loop?? And you’re wearing a belt??? Aha that’s so sexy and functional I can’t believe you can open locked things do you want to open my legs also?

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