Serving Cunt

I’m just here to unwind.

NSFW blog. 18+ but I don’t fw teenagers.

Men, minors, porn blogs DNI.

Posting pictures of my face was a huge mistake so no more pictures. Don’t wanna see your pics either. Be whoever you want.

I prefer to be called Ma’am, Miss, or Madame.

This is my intro post. I ain’t fancy.

Suppose I have anons now! Welcome 🤗

To answer your question, my eating habits aren't the best right now since I am sick, but I am managing and I do drink a lot. I appreciate your kind wishes, and I hope you have a good rest of your day.

-A

🙏… 🦚

Oh, sweet pea. You asked so sweetly. You’ve been very patient today. I’ll come spend a little while with you tonight before I get ready for bed, okay? And of course I’ll set aside some time for you tomorrow. You’re doing really well with everything. I’m proud of you.

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I actually prefer Miss or Ma’am, sweetheart. I’m glad you feel so comfortable with me. I should have left those preferences in my intro, so I’m grateful you’ve reminded me to do that.

-A

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I lean on the rail of the sun deck and watch the wind catch your hair, thin braids caressing your shoulders where my fingertips should be. You smile softly as the sun sets over the horizon. Brilliantly orange like your dress, as periwinkle twilight promises to close in.

“You just had to be beautiful, didn’t you?”

You reach for me.

Gentle, knowing smile, “You’re beautiful too… It isn’t fair.”

I take your hand. Is it warm like mine? Or would you stay longer than you should because it’s cold and I comfort you?

I pull you to me.

I kiss the back of your hand and feel your lips press to my knuckles. How soft? I step toward you, place my free hand on the small of your back. The space between our bodies impossibly slender. And stretching forever.

The record player crackles. Grainy piano wafts into the air like mist. Billie Holiday sings “I’ll be seeing you” across time. Her voice is distant. Tin and wires. Unbearable.

Lay your head on my shoulder. Rest your palm on my chest as we dance under the ever darkening sky. Barely swaying. Our day will be over before we know it.

I long to remember the weight of you against me. The smell of your hair, your breath steady on my neck. Can’t you to feel my heart rampaging at my ribs trying to reach you?

A wave rocks the boat and we lose a step. You don’t let go. So I don’t let go. And we go on dancing.

“I would kiss you.”

“I think I would never stop kissing you.”

So we kiss the salt of the sea between us. What do you taste like?

Water moves through me. Mouth of the Mississippi spilling into Sete Cidades. Would you meet me there?

Of course you would.

My eyes never leave your eyes but I say, “the stars are infinite tonight.”

Your eyes never leave mine but you reply, “the stars are always infinite, darling. But at least the moon is full tonight.”

And tomorrow she’ll wane. And the tides will go with her. And so will you.

Hey, pretty 🥰 of course you can claim 💗 that’s such a cute choice. Sweet and feisty, are you? A combination I enjoy very much. Feel free to ask me anything and tell me as much or as little as you want about yourself as well.

I’m never ignoring you, sweet pea. Just meeting my own needs. I want you to set a timer on your phone for three minutes and breathe mindfully, okay? Remember, your value isn’t based on anyone else’s attention. You matter all the time.

Do you have a type in women? Looks, age, personality, etc.

Hi, cutie 🥰 I’m flattered! Glad you’re enjoying it.

I don’t really have a type. Women are all so different, beautiful and intriguing. I’d say I’ve never regretted getting to know a girl no matter how it turns out.

What about you? Do you have a type?