#nb|w

I’m laying beside you, all cosy in bed together, with my head on your chest. An old black and white movie plays in front of us as we relax together after a long day. I trace small, lazy patterns across your stomach, slowly making my way down into your boxers. We’re not fucking. We’re relaxing. I let my fingers comb through the soft hair between your thighs, using my sharp nails to apply a bit of pressure every now and then. I can hear your heartbeat, feel your chest starting to rise quicker. No no no sweetheart, we’re relaxing. I slip a finger down further, biting my lip hard to prevent myself from moaning at the warm, wet sensation at your core. Letting my finger dip inside, you let out a whimper. No, darling. We. Are. Relaxing.

I want to cockwarm you whilst you play your video games. Not moving, just straddling you, telling you to pay attention to your game. I can tell you want to focus on me, on worshipping me, but not yet. We’re playing my game. I drag my long, sharp nails down your chest, causing you to shift against me with need. I dig a nail deep into your chest, causing you to wince. Patience. My game, my rules. I dip my head towards your neck, whispering my warm breath across your skin, causing you yet again to shudder. Silly boy. I bite down hard in the spot where your neck meets your shoulders, and you cry out. I quickly soothe the pain with my tongue. What’s wrong honey? I ask, with mock pity. ‘Please-‘ you whine. You try to continue your sentence but are cut off when I roll my hips against you. ‘Shhhhh’ I whisper against your neck. ‘Let mommy take care of you’

Me, minding my own damn business:

This Girl