We're Having Sex And You Pull Out At The End To Discover Your Cock Is Entirely Gone, Dissolved (ive Digested

from The Fran Lebowitz Reader

he gives me fucking butterflies

I need Fritz in a collar so bad, you don't even KNOW

Boys who whine and beg and get on all fours to wiggle their butt for your attention are so cute

Sometimes I look at Fritz and I get the feeling that he'd be the type to cum from having you grinding down against him in his lap and making out with him. And every time I think about it, that want grows stronger.

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

Need

I need to make out with that man so bad.

Need to give him a kiss both hungry and craving that has a muffled moan of surprise leaving him before he sinks into it, his hands quick to hold along my waist as he pulls me closer to him. That languid form of hunger lingers before I feel his tongue graze against my bottom lip, my hands reaching to bunch his collar as I let him deepen the kiss.

I need to press him to the wall and practically cling to him as I sink deeper into his kiss, a soft grunt of shock leaving him before I hear him groan against my lips. When I tug on his collar I want to unbutton his shirt just enough for his collarbones to poke through, enough for him to feel the chill of the lab against his bare skin in contrast to my warm hands. I want to feel him groan against my lips as my body presses firmer against his in each kiss.

I want to feel his hand trail up my back beneath my shirt, need to feel the mix of a hum and a growl he presses to my neck when I break the kiss with a gasp at his touch, something that only grows when I feel his hands shift to lift me. His pace is brisk as he takes me to the operating table, kiss-bitten lips still brushing against mine as I feel him lay me down against it.

I need to feel him kiss me so fervently the moment my back meets the cool steel, need to feel how he moans and shakes in the haze of pleasure as my hands clutch his open shirt to bring him down with me. Need to finally, finally card my fingers through his hair as he straddles me, hands trailing along my body as I can feel how hard he is this close to him.

I need to feel him gasp and whimper against me when I grind up against him, need to pull a deep, heady moan from him before his lips trail to press kisses and hickeys along my neck, all while I keep rocking against him. Need him to kiss me deeply when he comes back to press to my lips, needy yet weighing, as I’m already breaking the kiss to answer his question with a gasp of “Please. Please, I need you.”

I need to feel how he hums against my lips, grins when he hears how strong my need for him is, need to feel him murmur against my lips that he needs me just as badly before he takes me back in the hunger of his kiss. I need us to lose ourselves to the bliss of the other’s touch, unknowing or uncaring to the fact that someone could walk in at any moment.

Wanna do some heavy breathing with him

(yes I made a Tiktok just for this edit)

The Tuxxies are here

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