The need to be tasted. Savored. Enjoyed. Relished. Devoured like I'm his last meal. Like he's never tasted anything so divine. Ravished and marked. Claimed. His.

Would ya look at that? It's Wednesday again.

Bedtime.

My love language is a slow, grindy ride with my hands in your hair, while you tell me I'm such a good girl for you.

Date idea: We already know we vibe and the chemistry is there, so we just fall asleep cuddling every night and build a life where we're both deliriously happy, and you choose my bra and panties every day.

I'd crawl for him. Give him complete control. No hesitation, just the promise of pleasure while he takes whatever he wants.

When you want to cum, but he says, "Not yet, Kitten. I'm still enjoying you."

You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit.

I'd post booty today in honor of Wagon Wednesday, but I'm wearing a thong and y'all aren't ready for that. 🍑

I'm gonna straddle you and sit down slowly while I say this: Just. Like. That.

I should be cozied up with someone right now, enjoying a lazy Saturday with lots of kisses and cuddles, my legs across his lap while he casually trails his fingers up and down my thigh.

Peek-a-boo. It's flannel Friday.

It's Wednesday, after all.

It's Wednesday, but I'm not feeling very feral. Just know that my booty looks really cute in cheeky panties, with a garter belt and thigh high stockings.

I don't know if sleepy morning sex would fix me right now, but I'd be happy to try (she says as she wakes up alone).

Date idea: we travel, see all of the pretty things, try all of the tasty food, and defile as many hotel balconies as possible.

Panting. Moaning. Begging. Whimpering. Gripping the sheets. Shaking. Twitching. Dripping with lust. That's the need.

If you won't let me put my feet in your lap so you can paint my toenails, do you really even like me?

Day ??? without any handprints. The injustice continues.

Happy Tuesday. Feeling lucky? ☘️

I need him to ruin me. His hands, his mouth, his body... Every tool at his disposal, teasing me and pushing me to the edge until I'm begging for release. Make. Me. Come. Undone.

Good morning, darlings. Let's stay in bed a little longer.

The strange dichotomy of being a woman is that I want my independence, but I also want to be taken care of. Baby me, but understand that I'm capable. Don't assume I want you to fix things, but be there if I ask for help. Dominate me in the bedroom, but treat me as an equal in day to day life.

Three cheers for waterproof toys.

These legs were made for rubbing all over someone while cuddling.

I need orgasms, cuddles, and a good night's sleep.

A little Tuesday recycle, because I'm tired and I have things to do.

I feel like there aren't enough men posting chest on Tuesdays.

Ok, but WOMEN. The feed is making me sweat today. 🥵

International Women's Day on a Sinful Sunday? Sign me up.

Entertainment for later? ngl.link/missmanners

Happy Friday, heathens.

One thing you should know about me is that I'm the kind of woman who catches her hip pockets on lever-style doorknobs. I'm just that coordinated.

I've got thighs that were made to be used as earmuffs, but they're only being used for transportation instead.

Peachy.

Is it possible to die from being touch-deprived? I just need some damn cuddles.

While I have nothing but love for SWs, I am not one. What I post is meant to be a tease. Public flirtation on my posts is ok. Being vulgar or sliding into my DMs in an attempt to gain access to me in my manner other than just being friendly is not. Don't be gross.

I'm ready for sundress season. This cold weather ain't it, y'all.

Tuesday morning trade? You make me coffee and I'll make you cum.

Lazy monochrome submission

It's sinful Sunday. What's on your mind?

Missionary, because I want to watch your face when I use you like a pelvic floor exercise accessory.

Wanna come over so we can stare at each other like weirdos? I have snacks.

Ok, let's try this again... ngl.link/missmanners

Treat me like your queen, and I'll come down from my throne to kneel at your feet.

Don't mind me. I'm just fantasizing about his beard tickling my inner thigh before he feasts.

I'm baring my throat, but where are your teeth?

Can I fall asleep on your chest? My brain is really loud.

Apparently, it's Tuesday again.

The way I need to be pinned down this morning, feeling his teeth graze my neck before he bites my shoulder while sliding home... I don't need to be cherished. I need to be marked and claimed.