#soft masc

i need to stand behind a cute femme in a mirror. sliding one hand down her pretty panties and the other gently squeezing at her nipples. making her look at how pretty she is when i make her a little, whimpering muddle.

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we don’t need billionaires, we need a self-sustaining lesbian commune with a community garden and a cat rescue

complimenting her isn’t enough, i need to sit her down after a long night out and sink to my knees with no hesitation, as if it’s what im meant to be doing as my hands gently taking her high heels off for her one at a time while trailing kisses up her legs, as if it was a confession; a confession that no one else matters, that no one else compares, that there’s no god above her, that IM the lucky one to be doing this and should be thanking her for giving me the time of day