Stuart

I feel sorry for all the hyper-masculine dudes who will never know the joy of wearing a slutty little short skirt and fishnet stockings.

I, once again, find myself not getting absolutely railed from behind and, frankly, someone should be doing something about that.

Lies on the sofa bisexually

The subtle art of not liking or reblogging something in case you give too much away.

There's something so incredibly intense about taking someone's clothes off. Not the frenzied "I need you naked now" sort, but the slow, deliberate undressing of someone who wants you to savour every moment of them revealing themselves to you. The ragged breath as your fingers brush the small of their back, or their underarm as they reach their hands over their head for you to remove their top. The tightening of the muscles and gentle moan as you touch their hips while sliding off their trousers. Those non-intimate intimate areas of the body that can send a jolt of electricity through every part of you. The bite of their lip as they look into your eyes, knowing that, in this moment, they are all consuming.

How are penises simultaneously so funny and so hot?