if i were home, beautiful, you wouldn't be waiting for a thing. i think i'd have already messaged you if i were at home. the anonymity is fun, but i'd also like you to know exactly who's been making you ache all day
you've had me wet at work all day, you know that? just imagining the way you'd take my fingers down your throat, the way you'd grab my wrist and keep me there, how you'd choke on them for me, how you'd keep taking them however long i wanted you to. i want your drool covering one wrist, your slick covering the other, and once i've made you cum enough times i'm satisfied, i want you to clean them both off for me. you'd do that, wouldn't you? you'd do anything to be my good girl
i need those scratches, more than anything. i need anyone who sees my back, my shoulders, to know that i was the one fucking you so well, making you a perfect little mess all for me
pretty and handsome both make me melt, baby girl, so either works. switch up on me? that'll really make me lose it. but please, fucking please let me worship you. pretty girls deserve to feel like they're altars, and i'd make sure you do. your thumb tracing over my lips, my jaw, my cheeks, it would make me sink into you, make me need to worship you even more. i would get on my knees and beg to worship you, you know that? i'd plead to be the one making you feel good, to be the one touching you
ramble away, beautiful, i'd love to listen to all your rambles. especially if you're on my lap, and i get to kiss all over your cheeks and temple as you do. i'll admit, between work and school, i neglect myself a little bit, but i'm trying. so if you'd like to take care of me sometimes, i'd be beyond lucky, but you have to let me return it and take care of you too. and that does make sense, even at my last doctor's appointment, the nurse pointed out my tattoo and complimented it and my shirt (a zelda one), and seeing her being a bit of a nerd with me helped me feel a lot more at ease than i would've
while i agree that i love anon messages, i am incredibly curious to know whose held my attention all day. i would love for you to message me, if you feel comfortable doing so darling.
i would say iβm sorry for keeping you so wet thinking about me all day, but iβm not. mostly because iβve been the same. although, it makes me even more desperate for you knowing youβve been like that because of me π€
and yes, god..i want to taste myself on your fingers. my tongue swirling around while i lick them clean like a good girl.
i want to cover you in scratches and bite marks and hickeys that are surrounded by whatever shiny lip gloss iβm wearing that day. undeniable proof of the way you made me completely unravel.
youβre right, pretty girls like me deserve to be worshipped by a handsome butch like yourself. but so do you, darling. i want to climb into your lap while youβre playing some video game, feel your arms wrap around me while i press myself closer. i want to kiss you anywhere i can, trace your body with my fingernails, making you shiver. i want to tell you how lovely you are baby. so pretty for me.
iβm glad to hear youβre trying, i know it can be difficult. if no one has told you today, iβm so proud of you. iβd love to take care of you darling, and god what i would do to have you do the same.
(also: i love love love you had a positive experience with that nurse, i always try to do something like that..relate to my patients or joke around if itβs appropriate. i always make it a priority to make them feel comfortable π€ especially since i work in a hospital, i know it can be really scary and difficult to be out of their own routine. no reason to also feel uncomfortable with the people helping take care of you too)
