u/Intelligent_Low_5732

The idea keeps popping into my head when I’m touching myself, and part of me really wants to know what it tastes like straight from the source. But every time I get close, I start second-guessing it and pull back.

I don’t know if I’m just being a tease with myself or if I’m actually scared of how dirty it’ll feel. I keep telling myself I’ll do it next time, but when the moment comes I hesitate. Still… the curiosity isn’t going away.

I didn’t plan on him walking in, but once he saw what I was doing I just kept going and made sure he got a clear look. The expression on his face was a mix of shock and something else I couldn’t quite read.Part of me felt like I should’ve been embarrassed, but I wasn’t.

If anything it turned me on more knowing he was watching. I still think about the way he just stood there and didn’t say anything at first. Things between us feel different now.

I don’t see the point in pretending otherwise. If someone’s down to use me, I’m not going to play hard to get. I’m built for this and I know it.

I’ve been sitting here for ages going through different scenarios in my head, getting more and more worked up, but I can’t decide which one I want to do first. Every time I think I’ve settled on something, another idea pops up and I start over. It’s starting to drive me a little crazy. I just need someone to take over and choose for me so I can finally stop thinking and start playing.

I don’t care if it’s something simple or something really filthy I just want to be told what we’re doing. Tell me the setting, who I am, what you want from me, and I’ll jump straight into it. No hesitation, no overthinking. I’m already wet and restless from all the waiting. If you’re good at deciding, message me and pick one. I’ll follow your lead

It wasn’t planned. We’d been messing around for a while and when he finished it landed across my lips and chin before I could move. I just stayed there for a second, feeling it, while he watched me. The taste was familiar by now warm and a little bitter and I didn’t bother wiping it off with my hand.

I leaned in and cleaned him up slowly, dragging my tongue over the head and down the side where some of it had run. He didn’t say anything, just kept his hand lightly on the back of my neck. There was no rush to it. I took my time making sure I got all of it, the same way I always do when it’s him.

When I finally sat back up he was still looking at me. Neither of us made a joke or tried to make it weird. I just swallowed what was left and wiped the corner of my mouth with my thumb. It felt normal between us by this point.

Every time I look down or catch myself in the mirror, they look heavier, rounder, like they’re holding more than they should. The skin feels tighter across the top and they sit fuller against my chest, almost like they could spill over if I moved the wrong way. Even the simplest top makes them look swollen.

When I press my hands against them they feel warm and sensitive, the kind of fullness that makes me shift my shoulders just to feel the weight of them. It’s not painful exactly, just constant this thick, heavy feeling that doesn’t go away. They really do look like they’re about to burst, and I can’t stop staring at how much bigger they seem compared to usual.