laid out on my stomach, my arms crossed for me to hide my face in. it's a bit hard to be touched like this. but he knows that and he doesn't press me on it. lets me sigh and moan into my bicep when he touches a sensitive spot. I never thought I could receive this from someone. having my back massaged. hormones may have done a lot of wonderful things for my body but the acne that littered the frame of my back was an unfortunate side effect that never let up. sure I was never ashamed of people seeing it, but being touched was another thing. too intimate. too close to the part of me I thought ugly. all the while unable to properly see the reaction of the one behind me. but I trust him. god I trust him. is it insane that we've fucked countless times and yet he's never touched me here? maybe. but that's also why I want him to have this. have me. touches so carefully. so considerate. pulls and pushes and presses. glides over the divots in my ribs where my drains once sat. in the past I would've flinched. but not now. not for him. he kisses my shoulder and tells me I'm good. and I laugh and remind him which of us is the dominant. and he just hums. and agrees. and tells me I'm good again. he makes me so happy. so happy. I want to give him so much more

loooove tugging a pretty thing around by their belt loops. c’mere hot stuff I need to get handsy with you

apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life

reblog if I can bite your neck while I cum

before pride month ends does anyone wanna admit they have a crush on me

does anyone want to be long distant with me. we can talk about how one day we'll visit each other and show each other everything we love about our homes. and then maybe one day we can move near each other and get breakfast and coffee and talk about how crazy it is we weren't always like this. and love each other forever