btw if u were a stuffed animal i would gently brush ur fur out of ur eyes so that u can see :)
if your pussy gets a second heartbeat just from hearing me talk let me know so I can talk you through it
Hearing you call me baby in that soft voice makes me absolutely weak
You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?
That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.
You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?
I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.
You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?
No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.
Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.
Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.
People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.
Of course I want to be babied and pampered, but I also want to take care of him in return. To trace my fingers along his back when he’s stressed, cradle his face in my hands, and cover him with soft kisses. To let him rest his head on my lap, my fingers threading through his hair as his breathing evens out in sleep. To welcome him home with warmth, cook for him, and show my love in the ways I can—spoiling him just as much as he spoils me. ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა
Hey, stop that right now, young lady. What do you think you’re doing? You know you’re too little to be doing that all by yourself, Princess. Come here, let Daddy help.
good girls just want to sit and grind on someone’s lap while being praised
I just love the thought of fucking her while she wears just the prettiest little collar for me. The sound of the bell dangling back and forth, mixed with her sweet little moans, while I rail her from behind. God, it’s like music to my ears.