need him to play with my dick for hours. make him play with me until i'm soaked and needy, until i'm so close to cumming that i just keep rolling my hips against his hand or mouth.
but then we have to go smoke. we'd go outside, it'd be chilly but nice, my underwear would be soaked and anytime they brushed against my dick it'd be cold and wet and sensitive. we'd have a joint, then i'd get handsy. i normally do, because i want him. i always want him.
maybe give me a bit of satisfaction and press against my pants— i'd ache for more. he'd tell me to keep smoking and light another for himself too.
and he'd kiss me. i know he would. but then kissing turns to him forcing smoke in my mouth and i'm getting more from his joint than he is. and somehow his hand ends up under my clothes.
maybe his fingers would shift a bit lower than just my waistband and oh that's my dick. he's touching my dick. it feels so nice, please don't stop. i'd whine for him and maybe his fingers would go lower and his palm would graze over my dick as he dips two fingers in me. i'd take them so easily, i'll take then well for him anytime. i'd writhe and try to get him to fuck me, to press harder, to move his fingers more, it feels so nice when he does.
we'd still be outside, he'd still blow smoke in my mouth— how high would he get me? i don't think i'd care, and i know i certainly wouldn't care if he started pumping his fingers in and out of me. maybe i'd be a babbling bitch, too high to think, too desperate to stay quiet, whining and begging for more. he'd keep me safe, he'd talk me through it. he'd probably make me beg for him to fuck me, for him to fuck me harder.
i'd try to touch my dick and it'd be awkward with my pants still in the way, but i wouldn't be allowed, i'd have to solely rely on him, i have to be good. i think he'd be able to get me to cum just by having his fingers in me, especially when i'm high and my body feels like it's on fire.
i wonder if he'd let me cum then and there while we're outside, or would he make me wait?
i need him in a way that would change everyone's view of me if they knew. there's something thrilling about that.
I want someone to play with my mouth. Push their fingers past my lips, pull my tongue, stretch out my mouth and play with it, make me suck their fingers. Make me a drooling mess. Then have me eat them out or suck them off.
do you have a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me well actually it is a knife and I’m doing to dissect you for sexual reasons cuz I’m happy to see you
anyone else have days where all they can think about is giving head? i feel possessed.
I see no consequences of me showering him in kisses until he cannot stop smiling, just saying
Mlm/nblm
No you can’t pull out, I have separation anxiety
I must have been a damn Saint in one of my past lives to deserve him i swear to all the gods and goddesses of the world and universe combined 
i need to kiss and bite him until he can't think to show him how much i love him— to show him how much he means to me.
violently making out where we just are so handsy and keep pulling eachother closer- hands in hair- grabbing clothing to get impossibility closer- whining and groaning getting all our frustration and anger out ending up finishing covered in love marks bite marks scratches panting and absolutely pleased with ourselves
hot tboy who fucks you over and over until you piss yourself and doesn't stop until you do
Oh to watch a guy jerk off. Him getting more hard because my eyes are on him. Watching his body tremble as he gets closer to cumming. Moaning my name while he cums all over himself. Maybe even going a few times because he loves showing off for me that much<3