Remember; your body is a temple
That is to say, a place for Gods and Goddesses to fill and use as they please
I don’t want a weighted blanket, I want a girlfriend to lay on top of me for the whole night while we cuddle and I feel safe
i’m a very polite girl, i’ll always say my please’s and thank you’s after getting fucked to the point of exhaustion
Not going to sugarcoat it, this is a horny posting blog.
They/Them preferred, occasionally He/Him. Fem-presenting Non-Binary, Queer, Objectum, among other things. An angel, a machine, an insect, a dog, and whatever else you’d like me to be.
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women are genuinely the greatest thing ever created, you’d be crazy not to adore them with your whole being
What if I'm laying underneath you and before you sink your new longer and thicker strap into me, you casually let rest on my belly for a second? What if I just now saw that it almost reaches my belly button, and start getting anxious that I won't be able to fit the whole thing in? Maybe you'd just give me a gentle kiss and tell me that you'll make it fit. Spread my legs with your arms, position the tip against my hole and tell me to watch.
Slowly rub the tip against my pussy, knowing I'd start dripping just from the thought of you sliding inside. Not long after you'd slide the tip in, letting me get used to the way it stretches me.
Starting to move your hips very slowly. Just teasing me with the tip. Making me watch it all and the need to be filled to grow stronger. Imagining how it would feel like to have the whole toy in. Having more of you inside of me.
"Aw what's wrong dear?", you'd ask pretending you don't understand the hazy look in my eyes
"Can you slide it all in?"
"Hm?", still acting all clueless
"Can you slide it all in, please?"
"Aww but didn't you say you don't think it would fit?"
"I want to try it", practically whining at this point
And without anything else needing to be said you'd start sinking the strap little by little until you bottom out. The whole time I'd have to watch the little bump it creates in my belly slowly grow.
And of course, when I'm all comfortable you'd start slamming into me, still ordering me to watch how the strap is poking from my belly. So what if we did that, hm?