So Everyone Talks About Praise Kink Right? But I Think There's Something To Be Said For A Reassurance

pussy so good I start committing medical malpractice

GOD. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I find myself wanting to be just almost teasingly, indulgently tender for him. I want to kiss along his neck and jaw while I stroke his cock, want to murmur praise that almost feels like such wonderful sin pressed against his skin. Maybe I bring him to sink further against the crook of my neck as the pace of my hand grows, maybe I ride him slowly with my temple pressed to his and my hand over his heart, but I want him to feel the true weight of devotion in every ounce of worship I shower upon him, to feel the sheer warmth and strength of sanctuary as he cums for me.

AND ALSO. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I really want to give him the chance to take his pleasure from me. I need to feel his fingers tug my hair as he loses himself to the pleasure of the warmth of my mouth. I need that man to praise me like something truly sacred all while his pace is something downright unforgiving when he’s inside me. There’s prayers in the lovebites that cover me and worship in every thrust, and oh, I can truly feel the bliss of heaven when he cums inside of me.

anons here are mastering the art of religious erotica with a dash of blasphemy over this one guy and i personally love that for us

when they grip you by the hips and start bouncing you faster on their cock 😵‍💫🥴

just found out i've been abandoned by god which means he's not watching anything i do anymore. you should come over.

Comfort sex where there's no rush to make each other cum, but those deep strokes make us feel as close as ever. Hands all over, caressing and soothing, face hiding in the other's neck. We couldn't possibly be closer and yet we keep pulling each other in.

"If It's Sex You're Looking For..." Designed by Judith Johnson for Hallmark, 1971. Archived from The Peculiar Manicule.

squeezing his tits like fidget toys because im stressed #stimming

Sending this off-anon because at first I accidentally hit the unfollow button in the midst of trying to send this, EMBARRASSED AS HELL

ANYWAY. I don't have anything super concrete to pitch with this, but I've been thinking about Medic's boots lately and I feel like in one regard or another you fired a beam at me. Genuinely thought about grinding down against them and I've been stuck in such a deep flustered fog for the past 40 minutes.

he knows what he's doing. the whore :D

yea okay angry sex this, jealous sex that, but what abt giggly sex. what about the excitement and the pure joy in that. where he’s on top of you and kissing you and but it’s difficult for your lips to connect because the both of you are smiling too hard & he pulls back, giving you a breathless laugh and and and i would just like to say, as corny as it sounds, that’s making love right there