no thoughts allowed. thots allowed tho.

Just thinking about sharing a joint with someone, only to realize that they haven't actually been taking hits from it, instead just taking it for a second before pressing it back to your lips. Realizing that they've gotten you way higher than you meant to get while staying completely sober themselves and wanting to say something, but, by that point they've already started feeling you up and talking you down into trance and you're too fuzzy to even remember that you had something to say

i keep like, stopping what i'm doing to play with my tits bc they feel so fucking good and my nipples are so so hard and sensitive today and I keep getting so distracted and playing with my tits I just can't help it then Im like oh shit I'm doing something but it just keep s distracting me bc it feels sooo good

Look. 😶🙏 it’s a state of mind and a way to deal with the banality of it all. Without danger there ain’t no style

The best kink experiences I’ve had with people are the ones that are very fluid. Where you can flow easily between being silly/awkward and sexy/serious. I used to get so worried about “ruining the mood”, but all that did was put unnecessary pressure on everything. It’s so much better when you just get to be your whole self with people, and you feel comfortable to do so. When there isn’t the expectation to perform. Where you can just be a human being having a human experience. That’s the kind of sex I want to have.

girls that beg unashamedly are sooo cute but girls that ‘hate’ to beg / are embarrassed by begging deserve some love too. girls that get lost in the pleasure and whisper, “Please,” before blushing and going quiet. you try to encourage them with a, “Please what?” and all you get is a whine in response. “You know i’ll stop if you don’t speak up, baby.” seeing them fight with themselves internally, roughing them up with a few swift slaps to the face and asking again, “Please what? Don’t act stupid. Say it.” knowing they just need that extra push to let go of their ego, their sweet eyes filling with tears of shock and relief, “Please, mommy. Please fuck me harder, I need it. I need you, fuck, please,” they ramble, all high pitched, whiny and needy, clenching around you when they hear, “There she is, there’s my good girl.”

“I’m so proud of you, baby. Look at my dirty girl getting off by just humping Daddy’s thigh. No, no, no, don’t turn away from me. There is no reason to be embarrassed; keep those gorgeous eyes right on me. That’s my good girl, just like that. Daddy really has turned you into such a dirty little toy, hasn’t he? Just look at you, precious. Completely naked on Daddy’s thigh, rubbing your needy little cunt till you get off.”

Impaling my pretty little kid on my cock, lifting up their skirt I bought them for their birthday to rub their clit as they whine and moan into my ear, biting their neck and sucking on their skin, "you're doing so well kiddo, keep bouncing for papa" as you get closer and closer