I do love a man in a kilt. Mmmm…Now let’s take that off!
(via beautifulbeautifulmen)
Source: thebedroom
I want to be dirty the first time we fuck.
I want to feel my skin cling against yours like a robbery victim, holding onto what’s theirs in post-traumatic stress. I want the sweat to be a film between us, a natural slickness that lets us squirm and writhe against one another, a little lubrication before I smear you with your own juices. I want to run my hands through your hair and feel it catch against a tangle, watch your face wince as I don’t let them stop, pushing past and forcing you to be straight for me.
I want to be clean, the second time.
I want to smell foreign smells on you, and find the one that is you underneath each. I want to taste nothing but your skin, without the salty tang of exertion clouding the flavour. I want to glide into you, knowing that nothing but you is getting me there, and nothing but me made you this way. I want your hair to be like silk, slipping through my palms as I try to pull it. I want to wrap it around my fingers anyway, and then tug. I want that satisfaction.
I want to do all this, and then I want to hear you whisper how much you liked me dirty. And how much you like me clean. I want you to moan it.
Source: o6session
