a benevolent psychopathology

The masculine urge to ride a guy until he's begging me to stop because it's too much for him, softly kissing his face to shush him because I'm not finished using him yet

craving fucking a boy into over-stimulation, spurred on by his deliciously delirious moans. oh god oh fuck goddd. 🥵

the existential urge to hold someone’s face in my hands and just admire all their pretty features. maybe even kiss them in the process,,,

I just want to be curled up with my boyfriend, listen to his heartbeat, synch our breathing, and simply melt into his arms <3

men in leather and chains and chains and more chains and all-black clothing and combat boots and and and uhhhh <33

Imagine being fucked so hard that all you can do is lie there and take it. Eyes watering, mouth wide open. All you could do is moan and stupidly wrap your arms around him, trying to hold on.

i havent been super horny lately but whenever i catch myself drifting into that headspace its because im thinking about how hot my boys pussy is. i wanna stretch him out on my fingers and see what noises he would make. i wanna make him lay down so i can sit between his legs and make them wrap around my head. i wanna know exactly what he tastes like and what turns him on. and /no/ other fantasies make me feel as hot as those right now.

not me craving to nuzzle someone's crotch bc i Need them to fuck my mouth but my hands are tied and they're loving every second of my desperation

want to pull your hair and make you rut against my thigh... my pretty thing.

Imagine being used as a cock warmer, sitting in his lap and every once in a while he'll fuck into you bringing you close to finishing, stopping when your right on the edge. His hand running though your hair telling you to wait for it.

What about sitting on his lap, grinding back into him and slowly feeling him swell underneath you. His arms wrapped around you trying to pull you down harder, whimpering into your ear about how much he needs you.

sloppy makeouts after mutual oral 🥵

the gentle homoeroticism of the phrase my lover really hits the spot

not to be touch starved but rubbing and squeezing a boys thighs while you kiss him