𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚝

mine, mine, mine. i say while kissing down your face and neck, squeezing and grabbing all of you that’s in reach <33

I think switches should wear their collars even if they are domming

not enough people are talking about the raw sexual appeal of running your fingers over the imprints of your teeth in its flesh and watching it shiver from the residual pain.

fighting the urge to pin you down and suck on your tdick until you cry and beg me to stop

“my sweet boy needed to get all that nasty attitude out, huh?” after you just got done bratting to the point of punishment

i know we are just friends but friends can kiss each other too, dude. friends can finger each other, you know… friends can eat each other out… friends can… you know… fuck. would you fuck me? as friends, of course.

overstimulation as an act of devotion. giving you orgasm after orgasm to show you how wanted, how desired, how loved you are. i know, sweet thing. it’s so intense. it won’t stop. but that’s how my love is. insistent and powerful. an ocean at high tide. your moaning, screaming, crying, cumming shows me that you’ve received it. my love.

my favorite iteration of angels are ones where their wings and halos are erogenous zones like god intended.

every $30 purchase is like a razor sharp arrow stuck firmly in my muscular wearwolf back

Puppy boy getting eaten out and he’s so excited his tail is thumping against the bed