#queer switch

this morning my apartment was empty, and that is pretty rare (toooo many roommates, it fucking kills me) so whenever it happens, i try not to let it go to waste. i jerked off in bed one time, making all the noises i usually have to hold back. i made myself cum but it was definitely not enough. it hardly is unless my hole is filled up.

Lazily make out with it. Lazily lick and kiss over it. Lazily suck on the clit.

Just wanna self sooth myself by eating pussy.

I’m the type of person if you try and get out of the bed while I’m cuddling you…I’ll whine.

You let go of my hand…I’ll whine.

You pull away from a hug to early…I’ll whine.

While I am the stereotypical butch like 60% of the time, I am still a switch. I have needs and I’m a needy person.

I’m not needy in the sense of I want you to touch my chest or touch me bellow the belt. I’m needy in the sense of why isn’t your whole body weight on top of my right now.

I’ve been single now for a year and three days and only recently, 25th of May, have I decided to come back onto the internet and try my hand at flirting again and making queer posts etc etc. And I have got to tell you I fucking LOVE flirting with random strangers on the internet.

Fuck whoever said ‘don’t talk to strangers on the internet’ because you’ve clearly never flirted and chatted with some funny, beautiful, sexy asf human beings.