Just a Dumb Bunny

date idea for the fourth of july: you wear a short skirt, she takes you out to the balcony, bends you over, forces you to hold onto the railing and slowly fucks you every time you see a firework

when she makes me clean up all of my messes

We’re watching a movie together with her friends. It started out innocently enough. Settled in my lap on a love seat, her back pressed to my chest and my chin resting on her shoulder. My arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. I let them loosen a little as the movie continues on. When my hand slips unintentionally further down until my wrists are resting in the top her thighs, she spreads her legs under the blanket. Enticing me, inviting me to touch her. At first it’s just a couple of brushes of my finger tips over her through her clothes. The little hitches in breath are masked entirely by the sound from the screen. No one paying attention, even if they looked they would struggle to see the shape of my hand moving under the blanket in the low light.

buying me panties but only so she can manipulate me into taking them off whenever she wants.

thinking about fuck machines again, like yes tie me down and have something fuck me for hours

putting me on my knees with her hands buried in my hair as she pulls my head back until I have no choice but to meet her eyes, gently tapping her strap against my lips

She’s does it on purpose. Slips her panties off before getting into bed, knowing I won’t be able to resist when I realise. The oversized t shirt covers it at first, then she shifts, the shirt riding up to reveal the bare curve of her ass, a sleepy sigh escaping her lips. My fingers are gentle as they trace over her lower back, across her hip, down the outside of her thigh. The slightest tug towards me is all it takes for her body to roll onto her back. There’s a quiet murmur, not quite words when my hand finds the inside of her knee and spreads her legs.