Hey, what are you doing down there

"Fuck, look how pleased you are when you make me fill you—"

Pump you full. Let you nap. And when you wake Pump you full again.

Pump you full. Let you nap. And when you wake Pump you full again.

All I can think about is someone telling me to stop, that I don’t need to please anyone, that I should lie back and let them wrap their thighs around me until I finally let the pleasure in

Most of my fantasies involve, at some point, lounging in bed with my hands under your clothes

I want to make you feel so good—

When you just want someone to do something surprisingly kind and beautiful for you, but you feel that there’s something gray in the air, and that you’d reject any care outright, as if you didn’t deserve it, that it was impossible somehow, though you long for it, to be between arms, between thighs

Here's the deal. I'm going to distract you. And you're going to distract me. And any work that we end up forgetting to do is not our responsibility.

What if I find you finishing up some work thing, after hours when you should have logged off already, and just as you sigh and rub the back of your neck, my hand touches the spot just above your elbow, pulling you toward me so that you tilt your chin up to me and the collar of your shirt hangs low—

It is not the burden of women to help the men around them become better and it never has been.

I want to feel you tighten around my fingers—

One of us should really be under the other right now

When you just want someone to do something surprisingly kind and beautiful for you, but you feel that there’s something gray in the air, and that you’d reject any care outright, as if you didn’t deserve it, that it was impossible somehow, though you long for it, to be between arms, between thighs

I want to make you feel so good—

When you’re falling asleep on the couch and they bring you a blanket and a pillow but also their hand heavy and warm on your hip—and you hear the lip bite in their shaky exhale. You turn your head over your shoulder and say, innocently, “what?” but you know exactly what—

Most of my fantasies involve, at some point, lounging in bed with my hands under your clothes

I just think that I should be holding you by your hip right there, waiting for you to look up at me and whisper exactly what you want knowing that I'm going to give it to you and then some

Have you thought about burying your shoulder in the space between their chest and bicep, your arm resting heavy on their ribs and belly as they breathe into your embrace, only slowly they stir, one hip rising in the air and suddenly they’re on top of you, their thighs trap you—gods yes please yes

When you ask just that I lie down on top of you with my full weight, the sigh you let out, that need to be crushed

Let’s take turns

S, at least in part@satleastinpart.bsky.social · 4mo ago

Sometimes all she wants is for you to lie down on top of her with your full weight, so that she can't move, her hips especially, and for you to whisper in her ear, gently or with some menace, that's entirely up to her preference, "I'm not going anywhere."

Napping all-stars

Just need to be digging my fingers into your hips as your ride—

If you’re going to grin wickedly over your shoulder while running away from me—

Have you ever held someone gently by the wrist and then felt their pulse quicken as you guided their hand across your body, fingers dragging over rib and belly and down—

Have you ever woken to the glow of their phone in the middle of the night and then turned toward them, draping a heavy arm across their torso—it’s warmer than you expected and they exhale shakily when they shift their hips toward you, a knee coming up against your thigh which opens, opens so easily

Have you ever seen them hold their breath, knit their brow, clench their jaw, and when you moan, “please, give it to me,” they struggle even more intensely, their body locking up until finally you whisper those same words and look into their eyes and you watch them break and soften and fall into you