Temporary Bliss

making out is automatically made better by slipping a hand under the shirt and on the belly if anyone isn't aware of this yet. just saying

i need a really good makeout session really bad. moaning into each other's mouths and grabbing at each other's skin. hands tangled in hair. teeth nipping at necks

Anyone who thinks asking for consent kills the mood has clearly never seen their partner hot and heavy and flustered stammering out the word “please”

i need her to guide me through touching myself for her and to call me her little greedy slut and telling me how desperate i sound as i rub my clit harder for her

how much do i have to piss her off to get tied to the bed

The feeling of a woman whispering in your ear,biting it gently and leaving you breathless wanting and begging for more is such a reward.

When I make you fuck yourself on my dick in doggy and then suddenly start railing you super hard cause you're going too slow

Is there a better feeling than making someone “ohfuckohfuckohfuck”

did you know if you wrap your hand around my throat while on top of me my pupils turn into heart shapes?

"you bruise so easily" take advantage of it then

if you think my fingers are so attractive, why don’t you spread your legs and let me curl them inside you until you cry, then you can suck them clean and thank me properly.

something so special about someone who takes their time to make you come. not edging you, but showing you patience and eagerness in learning how to unravel you. mumbled sweet words to coax your attention back on them when you're getting into your head about 'taking too long'. if anything they just scoff, maybe getting angry on your behalf for whoever made you feel this way in the past. as if getting to taste and feel and worship you for hours isn't the best thing that ever happened to them. their intention is not to push you over the edge in record time but to get to know you inside out, no matter how long it takes. they rather come untouched in their pants than to stop giving you everything you deserve and more. your pleasure is their pleasure.

being forcefully held on somebody's lap with a hitachi wand pinned between their leg and my trembling, swollen, overstimulated clit...their arms holding me down by my shoulders and legs as I sob and cry into the pillows and my fists pound uselessly into the mattress...cooing and teasing me that all I can do is cum for them, pressing down on my hips to force me to grind down against the head until I'm screaming and begging...maybe they'll stop once my eyes roll back and I pass out, or maybe they'll hook their fingers inside me and press the wand harder against my clit to see how much pleasure it takes to wake me back up~