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[the-messy-les]

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under shared opinion but instructed masturbation is top tier. having someone tell me what to do? no need to think, just listen.

ugh, NEED this rn

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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.

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RB If you accept pictures of lesbian women's tits.🍒🍋

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text me. say something filthy. i’ll whimper and slide my hand down without hesitation. i’ll make a mess of myself just from your words. i promise

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if you’re a woman and you text me something filthy i’ll probably say “please” without even knowing what i’m begging for. i’m that easy for you.

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I want my orgasms to be entirely in your control. I have to ask permission before I cum, and if I cum without permission I want the most brutal punishment. I want you to make me edge constantly so that I'm always wet for you. Deny my orgasm for days at a time, make me crazy and desperate with horniness. When you do make me cum I want you to make me regret ever asking. Strap a vibrator to my clit while I'm tied to a fuck machine. Turn the vibrator on high. Leave me for hours being fucked and forced to cum over and over again. By the time you untie me I'll be barely coherent, covered in sweat and tears, and my pussy will be so sensitive from overstimulation. Remind me why I shouldn't beg for orgasms if I can't handle them.

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She said it so casually.

Her voice was hushed, like a secret meant to be overheard I don’t remember what she was talking about, except “I’d choke her to death.”

She laughed, like it was nothing. I stopped mid-step. I couldn’t walk. I just stared in her direction. That kind of sentence shouldn’t sound so beautiful.

I kept staring. Imagining her tongue inside me. Her lips looked so goddamn delicious. Plump. Wet. Wicked.

Her eyes caught mine.

She winked. Curled her finger mouthing "come here, baby" And I went. Of course I did.

she looked at me, tilting her head slow, predatory, sweet. Her perfume curled around me like a second skin.

She leaned in closer than necessary. Her mouth inches from mine, but she didn’t kiss me. Her breath brushed me like the first stroke of a painting. Then she whispered:

“You’d let me ruin you, wouldn’t you?”

And godd I didn’t even nod. Didn’t need to. She already knew.

Her hand found the back of my neck, soft, warm, claiming. I was holding my breath like prayer. She moved even closer, her voice low, coiled with quiet heat.

“I could make you beg without ever touching you.”

A sound escaped my lips small, desperate, involuntary. Her smile widened. The kind of smile that undresses you with a glance.

Her hand slipped down my spine, barely there, just enough to make my skin ache.

“Look at you…already soaked. And I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

She pulled back slightly not far, just enough for me to want. And when our eyes met, she looked… pleased.

Then she leaned in again, whispered one last thing:

“Be good for me, baby. Wait for me. Let me finish talking to my friends.”

And just like that she turned around. Laughed at something someone said. Left me there. Wanting. Ruined. (fuckk i am sooo wet) men dni

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feral and feminine

I started this blog bcs i needed to scream into the void, flirt with girls romanticize my heart break and maybe document the ways girls ruin me.....more accurately the way i let them.. sometimes this blog will be messy all over the place, sometimes it will be a red lipstick smeared on teeth jealousy disguised as poetry the sensuality of smelling your perfume on her skin dirty thoughts and soft hands so yeah, welcome to my personal archive -your local emotionally unstable (and horny) lesbian fyi my dms are open

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