do I look like I'll hurt you?

“there’s my girl.” every time you walk into a room or rest your cheek on his thigh or cum for him or whatever

Tights can be worn under anything

I'm wearing tights under skinny jeans at work today

Doing it again #pervert

femme who won’t touch herself anymore, always wants me instead. “your fingers feel different. better.” guiding my hand to rub her clit the way she likes. “like this?” circling slowly. “yes, oh my god yes. right there, keep doing that.” watching her fall apart from something so simple just because it’s my touch

get her with the magic wand through her tights. for her health

happy sodomize your daughter saturday

something cool about queering your idea of sex is that you can walk out of a heavy make out session feeling like you had the rawest sex of your life. you can be sitting close at a bar kissing them and maybe you’ve found a way to sit so your knee is discreetly between their thighs and feeling the pleasure it gives them and then feeling them give that pleasure to you. you can be looking each other in the eye and you can feel them inside you from that alone. like you want to tear their clothes off and are hungry for the feeling of their skin and their closeness but even just this feels like heaven, feels connected to them in the deep place where pleasure comes from.

telling a girl she has a cute mouth -> slipping your thumb between her lips and commenting on how wet and soft it is -> seeing how the back of her throat feels on your dick

what's so appealing about hoods and masks and such is that. like. you're still completely recognizably human but the part of you that people see most has been obscured partially or completely. you become less and less individually recognizable the more your face is covered. you're not really a specific person anymore, you're sort of the concept of a person. a person-object, like a featureless mannequin. like the semiotic sign of a real person. do you get what i'm saying

Thinking about. Brother on family vacation. Hanging out by the pool and noticing dad’s slipped off to the bar and mom is asleep on her chair. Cornering you up against the jets. Grabbing your bottom in your little swimsuit. Or announcing that you’re tired and that he’ll take you back to the room early for a nap. Like such a good brother. Just to get held down by the base of your skull with your face fucked until you’re queasy.