@conceitedEngineer — #nsfw
I want fingers tangled in my hair. I want a possessive hand dragging my hips close enough we’re flush against each other. Skin to heated skin. I want pleas pressed against my lips. I need to hear how badly they want more, I need it oozing from every word. Desperate. Aching. I need them to beg.
Need a man who cries every time he jerks off. Pathetic style.
Peak masculinity is not impeded by having tits. Get them pierced to really emphasize your masculine prowess.
Oh. It’s horny hour. Noted. My contribution is that I sent tit pics for him to wake up to. Favorite pass time activity.
Alright. Gay and horny time. I've been stuck on the memory of the beat of his heart beneath my fingers. He's hot, burning against my skin, and he's perfect like this. Each time he finds the courage to search for eye contact and I reward him with it his breath stutters. It's easy to trace down his chest. Down between the line of his abs and closer to where he's giving me puppy eyes to focus my attention. His clothes aren't off yet but he's already such a mess. I can feel him tense so I ease my touch to a crawl just to hear his complaint of a sigh. I know what he wants. I'm going to make him ask for it. U...Read more
Get yourself a man who will be in the middle of the fucking forest and still somehow find a spot with just enough signal he can snapchat you a dick pic.
Karkat liked my post about being called a good boy from 7 hours ago. I see you. Sadly you’re a fork found in the kitchen.
Top. Bottom. Who cares. Are you dominant? Do you squirm under the phrase ‘good boy’? That’s more important.
Gay, horny *and* freaky, actually, to amend my previous statement. I really need to be specific here. I have to send out the bat signal to my fellows. It’s law, bro.
His fingers curled around my neck, grip loosening as I turned his brain into putty. He always lost the fight but only after he got teeth on me. I miss the sex.
Some of you might be bigger freaks than me. That’s not a compliment. Edit for clarity; I mean sexual style.
I want someone to shove my head against the mattress while their fingers are tangled in my hair then use me like their favorite toy. That would fix me. Or make me worse. Who cares.