A Soft And Messy Thing

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Seeing a hot girl with genuinely interesting and intense fetishes be constantly pestered by men who see penetrative sex in various situations and manners as the pinnacle of kink will always be such a pity. Like leave that poor girl alone she's destined to be with someone who will fundamentally alter her mind and state of being in ways most men could never dream of...

every time that one chappel roan song comes on i get pissed off at the line "i don't care if you're a stoner" as if being a stoner is just something to love a woman in spite of. as if being a stoner isn't one of the most beautiful things a woman can do

hey mind if i shoot my load i mean shot

i hope you heal so hard that the bare minimum disgusts you.

Do you ever just want slow, lazy sex? Like, wake up early on a rainy Sunday and you’re spooning and you slide together like puzzle pieces that fit just perfectly. It’s hands, clutching each other close, whispered names and endearments, the slick, slow slide of bodies against each other till you’re coming, gasping and shaking softly, and then you’re kissing and cuddling and falling back asleep, wound together, safe and warm.