immoral-suggestions:

concept: a shy boy moaning pathetically each time you touch a certain spot and turning bright red every time because he’s trying so hard to keep it in but it just feels so good and he can’t help himself

Imagine a cute boy rutting against you, whining and begging you to let him cum. Imagine his voice getting higher and needier, swearing to be good if you just touch him and give him what he so desperately craves.

gentlefemdom-me:

i love it when a good boy begs “choke me” but nothing turns me on faster than him tilting his head back, baring his neck and whispering “please”

dysfunctional-nymph:

I’m so hungry for a shy boy in bed…
I want to tie his hands to my bed posts, strip him off his pants and see him turn crimson red in the face when I look at his body like it’s the most delicious meal I’ve ever seen. I want him to moan and squirm when I touch his hard cock the first time… begging me to stop but his body language will tell me otherwise.. slight thrust against my palm and later in my mouth.
I want him to whimper and sigh, be noisy and desperate. I’m hungry for the look on his face when I slide his throbbing cock inside my pussy and feel him all the way in.
When he tries to hide his face or bites his lips to muffle the moans I just part his lips with two fingers and force his mouth open, make him unable to suppress all the sweet sounds he makes while I ride him.
What I want is a boy stripped off all the worries and thoughts that make him think he has to act cool. Act ‘manly’.
I want him to lose a fight against boundaries and give in to the pleasure I cause. And I want to hear him cry my name as he cums.

(via nebulousnebblets)

concept: a shy boy moaning pathetically each time you touch a certain spot and turning bright red every time because he’s trying so hard to keep it in but it just feels so good and he can’t help himself

i adore how each part of your body reacts differently to each type of touch. i love the shuddering, the violent flinching, the subtle trembling that i can cause simply by increasing and decreasing the pressure of my fingertips. you really do belong to me, don’t you?