Can I Kiss The Tip Sorry I Meant Can I Kiss Your Tip FUCK Sorry Can I Please Kiss You On The Tip Okay

FELLOW HAPPY TRAIL ENTHUSIAST, THOUGHTS ON THE GREY IN THE BURLY BEAST'S HAPPY TRAIL

do i appreciate sunlight. do i love the sound of birds in the morning. is the thought of milking that old man like a cow one that haunts me often.

making slow passionate love with your f/o on a cold stormy day, safe inside from the chill and wind with only dull light and the heat of your bodies to warm you. on the ground, only the sound of the pouring rain just beyond the walls and greyed windows as they kiss you fiercely, feel you all over, grind on you into the floor... you can't get enough of each other. you only speed up as you both get ready to cum together, but once just isn't enough. by the time you're done, the storm has passed ♡

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Sight

[semi-linked to this]

You reach the office door sooner than you intend to, quieter than you expect to. You see him.

You see the way he strokes himself with a rhythm that shows the signs of growing erratic soon, his free hand shaking as it drops from his mouth and grips the arm of his chair…

…you shouldn't be watching this. Something tells you to step back, turn around and go the way you came, to pretend you hadn't seen him in the first place. Rarely did the man ever seem to be granted a chance of privacy, he deserved this indulgence more than anyone--

The notion comes to a halt, sends a deep spark of warm shock through your veins when you catch the furrow of his brow, the tint to his cheeks in the glow of moonlight as, with a gasp of a breath, he moans your name.

Oh.

His free hand shoots back up to muffle his mouth as your name fades to a whimper on his tongue. His head tilts back just so as his hand curls to a fist, knuckles pressed to his lips and neck bare enough to catch his Adam's apple…fuck, he's beautiful like this, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, slacks down to his knees, his waistcoat and shirt unbuttoned just enough to keep his heaving chest from straining against the fabric, hair tussled and sweat along his brow as he pants…

The heat carries itself to you. Fuck. Shit. You feel the need to get out of here before you risk embarrassing both of yourselves--

"Gott, du fühlst dich göttlich…"

Fuck. Shit.

I'm thinking about Fritz again and JUST. Small orgasm denial thought. Just this pent up, stressed, craving thing who already feels a weight of both shame and relief just from having his cock in his hand, but then his thoughts wander to me, and he cannot hide the hitch of his breath as his cock jolts, the shame and want growing stronger.

His other hand covers his face as his pace on his cock grows, barely muffling the way he moans at the thought of my voice, of my hands being the ones to touch him…the hand on his face shifts to his mouth as he curls it into a fist, biting his knuckles after a particularly loud groan pours from his lips, but that barely manages to hide the whimpers that pour from him as he's fully pumping himself now, breath heavy as my name leaves him like a prayer--

His hand stops suddenly, stealing the air from his lungs as it firmly squeezes at the base of his cock. A hot sense of shame washes over him, hands shaking as he tries to brace himself to gather what little breath he can. Maybe he just barely manages to gather himself, drags himself to bed even as he can't quite quell the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, closing his eyes and feeling himself sink into a sense of want he's hesitating to fully let himself reach towards as his thoughts return to me.

me when the guilt coincides with the pent-up desire and as the guilt increase, so does the desire and need:

Love men who get horny from mundane things. He needs to go through a man’s equivalent of ovulation when he sees you folding laundry. He has to feel like he needs to be sedated because you were humming while making coffee. He should feel like he’s in heat simply because you giggled at something in your phone. It would be borderline offensive if your simple existence did not send him into the world’s most frenzy of All Time actually

inspired by this piece by @gammagroove

Sometimes words are not enough and I gotta convey my thoughts with these.

have you guys seen the team 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 2 video yet? actually no wait, I'll show you.