MyWarmHands
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Howdy,
24M, New to the site but not roleplay or writing by a long shot. Been doing both for a very long time. I am an avid writer who takes great joy in his own art so much so it became less about getting myself off with my writing and more about getting others off. I'm here to share my art and a safe space for exploration for anyone interested. Scenes are very negotiable, gender doesn't matter, furry or not. I am here to give you your wildest fantasy, well written with a sprinkle of story, because I enjoy my art. Short form or long form. Nothing more until there is.
If anyone is interested let me know here or my dms, they are always open. If you like what you read, hit me up.
Here's a little taste of my writing style ;P
He rubs behind his neck as he looks away from his friend, "I, uh, hope I haven't made you or Jackson uncomfortable, Layla."
She shakes her head as she steps closer to him. Her footsteps echo in his ears. With every inch she grows closer, she speaks, "On the contrary actually. We both find it incredibly endearing and, well," She stands in his space now. Hands slowly cup his hips before they trail upward, along his sides, brushing over his chest, giving his vest's lapels a gentle adjustment, before her calloused hands rest upon his shoulders. Layla's left hand does not halt it's soft touches, the back of her fingers brush his neck as they trace a path to his cheek that she cups.
His eyes flutter at that, almost closing. That action however is stopped when she has him look at her so they lock eyes, "We would be honored to show you how endearing it is to us."
His cheeks warm at that, eyes go a little wide. He hadn't considered that they would return his feelings. If anything he had been terrified the lack of riens on his own feelings lately had ruined a friendship that had become one of the most treasured things in his life.
He really hoped he wasn't misunderstanding the situation, "You mean…um-like…Oh!"
Layla cups him through his trousers, feels how quick he becomes hard under her gentle touch that becomes firm, as her hand on his cheek moves to his chin that she tips, her blunt nails lightly tap against his throat before her hand rests there, fingers settling around his windpipe.
He gulps as a soft whimper passes his lips without his permission, eyelids fluttering.
"I'm sure that answers that, hmm?" She leans close, pressing closer as she drifts her hand from his throat to the back of his neck. Chapped lips then meet the skin she uncovers.
He bites his bottom lip at that with a feverish nod.
She takes her time giving soft kisses. She covers the whole expanse of his throat before she introduces teeth. He spends the whole slow process holding back noises, something that was becoming harder and harder to do. Then the hand cupping him starts to gently squeeze him before it becomes a firm hold. Then it loosens as she grinds her palm against him. His hips shiver as he tries to keep from moving. His hands fidget at his sides unsure of how to be helpful. He was already so turned on. He wanted everything Layla had to offer. Her hands. Her mouth. Her love.
Layla hums against his skin, nibbling softly, teasing with her teeth, a promise for what was to come, "You're already so hard for me, Alo."
She pulls her palm back from him only for it to be replaced with the tips of her fingers that trace him through his trousers.
This was just apart of a fantasy and a build up to a threesome I wrote for me. Imagine what I could write for you.
24M, New to the site but not roleplay or writing by a long shot. Been doing both for a very long time. I am an avid writer who takes great joy in his own art so much so it became less about getting myself off with my writing and more about getting others off. I'm here to share my art and a safe space for exploration for anyone interested. Scenes are very negotiable, gender doesn't matter, furry or not. I am here to give you your wildest fantasy, well written with a sprinkle of story, because I enjoy my art. Short form or long form. Nothing more until there is.
If anyone is interested let me know here or my dms, they are always open. If you like what you read, hit me up.
Here's a little taste of my writing style ;P
She shakes her head as she steps closer to him. Her footsteps echo in his ears. With every inch she grows closer, she speaks, "On the contrary actually. We both find it incredibly endearing and, well," She stands in his space now. Hands slowly cup his hips before they trail upward, along his sides, brushing over his chest, giving his vest's lapels a gentle adjustment, before her calloused hands rest upon his shoulders. Layla's left hand does not halt it's soft touches, the back of her fingers brush his neck as they trace a path to his cheek that she cups.
His eyes flutter at that, almost closing. That action however is stopped when she has him look at her so they lock eyes, "We would be honored to show you how endearing it is to us."
His cheeks warm at that, eyes go a little wide. He hadn't considered that they would return his feelings. If anything he had been terrified the lack of riens on his own feelings lately had ruined a friendship that had become one of the most treasured things in his life.
He really hoped he wasn't misunderstanding the situation, "You mean…um-like…Oh!"
Layla cups him through his trousers, feels how quick he becomes hard under her gentle touch that becomes firm, as her hand on his cheek moves to his chin that she tips, her blunt nails lightly tap against his throat before her hand rests there, fingers settling around his windpipe.
He gulps as a soft whimper passes his lips without his permission, eyelids fluttering.
"I'm sure that answers that, hmm?" She leans close, pressing closer as she drifts her hand from his throat to the back of his neck. Chapped lips then meet the skin she uncovers.
He bites his bottom lip at that with a feverish nod.
She takes her time giving soft kisses. She covers the whole expanse of his throat before she introduces teeth. He spends the whole slow process holding back noises, something that was becoming harder and harder to do. Then the hand cupping him starts to gently squeeze him before it becomes a firm hold. Then it loosens as she grinds her palm against him. His hips shiver as he tries to keep from moving. His hands fidget at his sides unsure of how to be helpful. He was already so turned on. He wanted everything Layla had to offer. Her hands. Her mouth. Her love.
Layla hums against his skin, nibbling softly, teasing with her teeth, a promise for what was to come, "You're already so hard for me, Alo."
She pulls her palm back from him only for it to be replaced with the tips of her fingers that trace him through his trousers.
This was just apart of a fantasy and a build up to a threesome I wrote for me. Imagine what I could write for you.
