Lizzie

usually “shit” or “fuck” is every other word out of my mouth, but i really should know better than that, right?

are you seeing what i’m seeing?

just thinking about them grabbing my chin while they’re rearranging my guts with their strap and saying, “language.”

“hey- nuh uh watch your pretty mouth, baby.”

“good girls don’t talk like that, right?”

“i know it just feels so good baby, but you can help it, yeah?”

I’d love to make someone squirt for the first time, or at least have that first moment in our relationship

I once knew a girl who told me she didn’t enjoy fingering. Which surprised me but of course I respected it. However in the back of my head I thought she hadn’t had anyone do it right, and maybe she couldn’t reach the right spots on her own.

The embarrassment, or shock, curiosity on your faces when you finally come back to reality and see my soaked fingers and sheets is priceless, and knowing that it was all from just my fingers makes it all the more exhilarating.

‘Wow, baby, you really made a mess, huh? No…no, it’s okay, it just means you really, really liked it…you know that, don’t you?’ I say, coaxing your chin to look up at me, from your face’s original place of being buried in my neck.

‘You didn’t know you could do that, huh? You looked so beautiful, coming undone like that. You really have no idea.’ Murmuring in your ear as I lean in to kiss those pouty lips.

‘Don’t apologize, it’s fine, see?” I say as I slide my fingers out and lick them. While you murmur a mix of a swear and a moan under your breath.

“C’mere.” I say, leaning in to kiss you with my tongue. Giving you a taste of your own squirt. Don’t say it’s gross when it tastes so good.

Deep down I’m loving every second of this. Your vulnerability, your embarrassment, neediness, the way your thighs shake when I help you clean up. Poor baby, never came so hard in her life, she can hardly stand up without feeling like jello. It makes me stifle a laugh a bit, to your distaste.