♡ indigo ♡

hard limits: anything involving parties that cannot consent (m1n0rs, b3astiality), political play, snuff, v0mit, scat, actual non consensual anything

i refuse to believe that sex is in any way unholy, dirty, or wrong. in fact, it is the closest to salvation i have ever been. i wish i could describe the ethereality of being as close to someone as humanly possible, enough to see their soul through half closed eyes and uncoordinated, desperate movements. let me take you to heaven in this moment, hold onto earth through my skin. each movement causes beautiful half filled breaths to escape your lips like prayers unsaid. let me prove myself worthy at your altar. take all my offerings, my love, my body. tell me how to worship you, my angel. the odds that brought us together draw us in even closer, pleasure crashing through us like violent waves. let our particles and stardust collide in this universe, if just for now.

i want her to get me slightly too high. i want to watch the smoke pour off her lips as she passes me a joint that’s already hitting harder than i thought it would. wanna sit in the foggy tension we’ve created before suddenly feeling her hand brush my leg. there’s no words, just the quickening of our already heavy breathing as the temperature reaches a boiling point in our blood and we lose control. her hands that were so slightly rubbing my upper thigh are now grabbing the exposed skin on my stomach and hips to throw me under her. magnetic lips and tongues are drawn to each other as our hands struggle to find resting spots on each others bodies. it’s desperate, it’s messy, it’s untangling impossibly fast. we grind as she bruises my neck and chest so gently, amused by the near silent “fuck please”’s coming from my mouth. i’m wet through my underwear even before her fingers reach down and brush my lips. i want to feel her fingers dip even lower and then the sudden absence as she makes me taste myself on her fingers. before i can think, her mouth is on my pussy. the feeling of her tongue on my clit is indescribable. she’s hungry, sucking messily like she knows exactly how to make me cum. and she somehow does. my thighs shake, pushed apart every time i try to close them. the combination of the high and the tension is swirling in my brain, and my first orgasm crashes into me unexpectedly, the ecstasy switching rapidly towards overstimulation as she refuses to stop. my begging is rendered ineffective by the way i’m arching into her mouth at every hint of pleasure and begging to come again and again. in this moment, the world is nothing but her.

i’m normally into femmes but i’ve been craving a mean butch to strap me from behind and destroy me. wanna feel her hands all over my body while she praises me for being so responsive and desperate as i collapse into the mattress. wanna get so close just so she shoves her fingers in my mouth to rub my already wet clit and completely send me over the edge. take my body as your own fucktoy. ughhhh the sound of her voice and moaning in my ear talking about how much she owns me and the feeling of bruises on my neck gets me so wet and needy.