she's mine

it’s about being touched where nobody has ever touched you before. your guts, your heart, your guilt, your shame!

knights should let me touch their swords because I'm curious about the craftsmanship, and definitely not so I can flirt using thinly veiled sheath-themed euphemisms

You like when I call you my little lamb, don't you? You like being one of my flock. Isn't it wonderful to belong to something larger than yourself? To have someone to guide you? To think for you? To show you the best way to appease god? I'm so greatful to be your shepherd. The marshal of your divine ecstacy. How lucky I am, to have such a devout little lamb like you.

I dream of you, little lamb. Shamefully. Lustfully. You tempt me to sin. I imagine you in my arms, taking my cock from behind ad I press my chest into your back. I yearn to hear you cry my name as I rut into you, claiming you for myself. My teeth in your neck, my fingers bruising your tender flesh as I hold onto you, desperate. Starved.

Can’t stop thinking about reaching under a girl’s skirt to see how wet they are, before asking “is it always this easy, or is it just me?” and slipping my fingers inside them

"why does it have to always be about knights?" because there's nothing hotter than a hulking mass of metal who could kill me with a flick of his wrist but instead gets on his knees and trembles as he restrains himself from begging for my touch. i'm not going to get that from some fur trader or councilor, am i?

anyone wanna see the most sexual vintage medical illustration i've ever come across

just got a rude anon saying i'm a sick fuck for sexualizing little girls on this blog? i think you got the wrong address mate, this is old man fucker headquarters??? hello???

Is that a hard penis in your pants or is it something different than that? Also: do you hate me?