Aug 11, 2025
A sloppy, lip biting, handsy groaping, nails against skin, knee pressing, body grinding, hand in hair with gentle tugging, tongue around tongue wrapping, moaning in eachother’s mouth make out session would fix me, me thinks.
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A sloppy, lip biting, handsy groaping, nails against skin, knee pressing, body grinding, hand in hair with gentle tugging, tongue around tongue wrapping, moaning in eachother’s mouth make out session would fix me, me thinks.
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The way I want to strip her down raw…take her at the door, press her against it and lock the dead bolt loudly behind her before grabbing her face and jaw. Hike her leg up on my hip and grasp a cheek like it’s a life line, before pulling up away from the door and her wrapping the other around my torso.
The way I’d press her back against the door again, as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, moaning into my mouth, and grinding her core against my body before a firm smack to the thigh. No relief, not yet, patience is a beautiful thing that rewards greatly, and I’m going to take my time taunting your body until I’ve memorized every reaction it will surrender to me
The way I want to tell her to be vocal, but in earnest, let loose but don’t play it up. I want to copy every sigh, every catch, every word uttered to mind. I want to copy how hard the shudder, or delicious the sound of her teeth is, clacking together like she’s all but over dosing on the experience all to body. I want to copy her want, her need, the way she begs and pleads me, how my name falls off her lips like dew off leaves to soul
I want to walk around the house with music a low hum in our ears but tension an active vibration on out skin because the chemistry is palpable, you are pliable, and I am pitiful. Because while i have control of the situation, while I can use your body for how I see fit, to do what pleases me most, to bear my teeth and mark your body like the wolf I am, I’m still nothing but all women’s favorite lap dog. And if she gives me the command to fall to my knees, I’ll do it without hesitation, my tongue hanging out panting because I’m in all but in physical pain for how much I need to drink from your well, like a dog baking in the summer heat
I’m enamored by the delicate way in which you yearn
The surface being soft and precious
A pillowy place to land and be
Skin that glows under the moon and shimmers in the rays of sun
A body that lilts on air, but a saunter that determines the environment
Then there’s the Truth
Under it all, the want is palpable
The need is pulsing
The mind is filled with schemes, and thoughts; dreams, and scenes
The body is a plucked string humming a discordant note that only I can hear
A note only I can tune
A sound that draws this creature in with promise of a lullaby
To be met with a different force of nature all together
The surface was delicate but this landscape is anything but
It’s robust
It’s sprawling
It’s alive
A vibrating uncharted world teetering on a razors edge
And I am nothing but a thorough adventurer
I’ll gladly bleed if it means I can show you how deeply I want you
The way I need a sickly sweet smile against my skin would surly save my soul
Give me a polite sigh in my ear that’s caught in her throat
A hand wrapped around mine
Her frame set above mine while she grinds into my lap
Her thighs straddling mine with my hands wrapped around them both—guiding her pace
My name but a whisper on her tongue
Her voice but a echoing siren in my mind
And all it is I can muster to croak out is a simple
“….please”
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Mental cuddles/cyber engagement do something in this world. It’s one thing to physically do an action, but to contemplate and eloquently describe that action, what we yearn for, to make it tingle the brain? I feel like it means more and makes the interaction more
Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m just weird (highly likely lol). But some of my moots who allow me to engage them this way, especially those who engage back, I feel it fills the gaps in an ache. An effort made just for me, from just me, and I feel that bond just…hits different
So if I ever engage you in your DM’s, or if you and I are moots and you need that (not just sexting I’m talking you need a fucking hug or to know there’s a hug always available in your pocket), I’ll hand it over willingly. Because everyone deserves to feel special by someone when they’re in need of it, and I’ll do that proudly :smiles: because you deserve it
May I touch your face when you’re asleep? Trace your lips with my thumb? May I lay on your pillow with you and run my nose along yours? Whispering about my dreams to you, even though you don’t hear? May I drag you closer, pelvis to pelvis, and slip my leg between yours? May I trace under your thigh, write words with my nail? May I kiss you awake, it’s already late in the day? Small pecks at first until you kiss back and then I’ll let you set the pace. Sweet girl, let’s take today slowly. Let’s take this moment deeply. Let me take your dreams and make them real. May I?
I believe my favorite thing about being a lesbian around other lesbians is the physical softness. Whether femme, masc, butch, whatever, the actual genetics of their form brings upon so much…joy. Perhaps I’m being too deep, what’s new?
But from one end of a spectrum of beauty to another; the femme, soft and supple, often pliant, can be head strong, strong willed and is willing to take or give a roughness in the name of pure desire for the feeling.
The masculine, all types, with gruff stable exteriors in search of something, whether it be truth, or path, or reason. The willingness of being elbow deep and with unmatched vigor and will, but poses physically soft sides, inner thighs, and neck.
The depth and breath of chemicals required for empathy and connectivity and will.
The absolutely electric want I have to touch these places softest and hardest of these individuals, mentally and physically, is insatiable. I want to put my mark on it, I want to hold it and touch it and commit it to memory. I want my hands to feel the experience but I was my mouth to never forget the texture, and taste, of pheromones, and existence.
Ugh I love being a lesbian so, so much