the butch kissing all over her femme as she fills her up with her strap, murmuring sweet praise into her ear. the femme who starts crying immediately after cumming and her butch who holds her close and never makes her feel bad for receiving pleasure.

i want to Know that you like me. that you’re thinking about me all the time, and you miss me when i’m away. i want you to want everyone ro know i belong to you. i want to be constantly littered in hickies and bite marks. i want you to hold my hand or put your arm around me in public no matter what. i want to see how you react when other people think they can have me. what would you say to them? more importantly, what would you Do to me when we got home?

whoops did my skirt fly up? silly me i should’ve worn something under them

Go on, tell me everything. Spare no detail--and if you hear the shuffling of cloth and soft moans from the other side of the confession booth, then there's nothing for it, is there?

His plea is muffled as you pull him closer, pressing his mouth against your panties. He's too dazed to do anything other than lick, moaning when you slip your panties to the side to offer him better access, to let him take straight from the source.

want me to be your priestess, little dove? have you been imagining how much trouble you’d give me, with your pretty white dresses and your unmoving glances? as if it wouldn’t be so easy for me to get you alone, every person inside this church trusts me, specially your parents. oh, they see you as their precious daughter with no perversion and believe i’m the only one who can keep you on the right path— but how could i, if the only thing inside my troubled mind is locking the two of us inside my office and find out what’s under your dress. what would everyone say if they found out how many times i picture you laying in bed, late at night and with your fingers rubbing that forbidden spot. hm, i could make things so much easier for you and your guilt. of course it’s too much for your conscience! you’ve been raised to be much better. so don’t feel embarrassed to come straight to me and ask me to stop that ache between your legs. i’ll promise to you that this isn’t wrong while i sit you down on my desk, that i know better while my hands lift up your dress. little dove, you can hide your embarrassed face in the crook of my neck and experience how good my fingers feel circling your aching clit— but no asking me for taking your panties off, i want to keep my little dove all pure… you won’t be a sinner like me.