What That Mouth Do

Ryuku or Elegant Scops Owl (Otus elegans), family Strigidae, order Strigiformes, Philippines

photograph by Birdtour Asia

slapping a sub across the face and then kissing their cheek right after <3

Nothing is hotter than a vocal top

Just hearing them groan and moan as they sink into your tight hole. When they can’t help themselves from babbling on about how good you are, how tight you feel. Even thanking you for letting them fuck you.

Dirty talk and moans from a top are a need in my life

cw: multiple doms, petplay

thinking about how sweet it would be to hold my boy while other doms touched and inspected him. having him in my arms while he squirms and whines because someone is gently sliding their fingers in him, praising him for being such a good pup while one is groping and slapping his ass, repeating back everything they say about him, "aw did you hear that darling? he said youd be fun to tie up and pump with cum for hours! isnt that nice? say thank you puppy", holding his face and kissing his cheeks while they rub his tdick, telling the other doms about how obedient and soft he is, feeling him melt under the praise while i talk about what a good boy he's been lately and how much i love owning him

It's been so fucking hot lately. Something something ghosts and temperature play. Ice-cold fingers trailing down your body with no regard for whatever clothes you have on. Being bent over while frigid fingers open you up, icy breaths ghosting over the back of your neck

In the name of the faggot, the dyke, and the holy tranny, I bless you. Go forth my child, and have as much gay sex as possible

What I say: I have trouble sleeping

What I think: Someone with a good stamina should come and fuck me until I drop off from the exhaustion of being made to cum so many times. Part of the deal is that they can keep going after I fell asleep..

You claim to crave salvation, but I see the way your eyes wander. I see the way you gaze so longingly at my hands. I see how you can never seem to meet my gaze, how your eyes never seem to raise past my lips.

Would it help if I made you?

Would it help if I made you kneel before me? If I tied my cincture around your neck? Wrapping that holy cord around my hand until I can force you to tip your head up?

Then you could see the amusement in my gaze as I nudge your legs apart with the toe of my dress shoe, the patent leather pressing right where you need it most.

Would you want a private sermon then? Trying to hold back from grinding against my shoe? Of course, I wont make it easy on you. If I think you're getting a little too distracted I'll have to give the cincture a tug, forcing you up onto your knees before allowing you to settle back down.

You'd better be good sweetheart, or I might forget where I was. If that happens, well, I'll just have to start from the beginning.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?