just wanna be yours

Well actually I do. I want women to say I'm pretty, or that my makeup is pretty, or something.

Need a pretty boy to bury his head in my breast and whine and hump my leg

George Seferis, from Collected Poems; "Memory I" (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)

Maybe I should’ve looked up at him wide eyed, innocent. Grabbed his hips and forcing his attention on me, sliding my hands down to the band of his pants. Maybe pull on it teasingly and look at him inquisitively for permission.

Maybe he looks back at me confused about what’s happening, so I guide him to sit down next to me. Put a hand above his knee, dragging it up slowly pushing his upper body onto the bed. Moving on top of him, maybe put my lips next to his ear and ask him if he wants me to continue. My hand now on his bulge, gently caressing him through his pants. Then I put the pressure of my full hand, feeling his heat and teasing his tip.