luna, darling

Lets build a blanket fort, then lay inside while I give you 4 or 5 orgasms and watch you squirm.

i <3 butch thirst traps😋😋 i love arms! i love hands! i love seeing boxers peeking out of the waistband of your pants! i eat it up every time.

need to make a femme hold it just so i can watch them try not to leak all over my fingers while i fuck them

Currently thinking about a femme being my passenger princess. Getting stuck in traffic, and slowly guiding their hands down to pull my cock out of my pants. The sound of their wet mouth sucking my cock. Pushing their head down and telling them how pretty they sound for me. Turning the radio down so the only sounds in the car are the sounds of them choking on my cock and the praise I’m giving them.

i need a femme 2 hunt in the woods . sexily

ugh when you pull out and her cunt gapes? so fucking pretty

i am looking at your hips with a normal amount of feeling and not at all thinking about how much i want to dig my nails and teeth into them...........

In desperate need of a butch groaning and whimpering in my ear as they fuck my pussy from behind

god is it too much to ask for someone to restrain me like a wild animal with my hands bound and neck tied to a post and so someone can use me like a dildo and i can feel the fear mixed with the pleasure as my hot breath warms their neck and every strain against the restraints holding me causes their heart rate to jump cuz they know i want to rip away from them and hold them down and fuck them till theyre crying and

oh no no no you've got it all wrong. I'm not objectifying you. absolutely not. that's so impersonal. far too simple. honestly I'm almost insulted. I'm not objectifying you, I'm fetishising you. it's not that I'm using you to get off, it's that I need you to get off. you're so much more than an image to jerk off over. no no no I'm so much more committed. devoted. obsessed. I've conditioned myself to be unable to get hard unless you're involved. my body physically cannot, will not, cum unless I picture you. I get aroused by the simplest parts of you. I pant through our phone calls. I fawn at the creases your face makes when you speak. I drool over every item that passes through your hands and got the honour of knowing your touch. I'm completely fixated and flustered by your existence. anyone can objectify you. hell, so many do. but don't doubt for a second that I didn't put in the hours. that I don't spend an obscene amount of time ingraining you into the grooves of my mind. deeply fetishising every aspect of you. totally obsessed with you

i don’t talk about bondage often on here because it’s a very intimate connection in my opinion to be able to be restrained by someone trustworthy enough to make the experience truly worth it. that being said, occasionally i find myself delirious in the thought of being coveted and kept. maneuvered by the hands of god that say “i love you” and “i want you to stay” even if that want is most prevalent in rope and steel. caged, tied, bound, wrapped up like a gift and treated like a prize more so than a person. collared and locked and frequently reminded of being yours and sometimes nothing more than that