Pillow Princess

[nycfem]

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Originally Posted by fatallyblonde

I actually would like to write something a little hot musings on princessing especially to steer convo back on track but I'm not convinced our little superman wouldn't still be reading, which makes me feel icky tbh. :/

but I'm thinking it... I'm thinking it!!!

[Martina]

Originally Posted by Jet

But there are guys here who could kick your face off your head. So never come on like a tough guy because you're asking for it. If you don't believe me, bring 'er on down to jo-juh.

I found this way more dick-waggingly offensive than anything he said.

[imperfect_cupcake]

what kind of story would you want?

[MsTinkerbelly]

I am a pillow princess until I'm not, which probably makes me fall somewhere in the middle of the give/take spectrum, lol.

I find it liberating to do nothing except be adored and fuked out of my mind, but I can also be the one who does the giving, just because it is needed by my lover even if i am not in the mood.

Funny thing though, i would never think of her as a pillow butch. Hmmm what does that say about steriotypes (sp) in my head??

[Genesis]

This topic is so freaking hot... Wow.... Thanks Honeybarbara for posting this... will be back with more musings....

[imperfect_cupcake]

Her voice wove over me like smoke. I could be completely engulfed by her arms and her voice; I just melted into what she was doing to me. My body wanted to turn to hot sand and disintegrate in her touch; her arms wrapped under me, my hips under hers. I was so relaxed and I couldn't gain any control over my own body, nor did I want to. I just reacted over and over, like a tidal movement: rocking, swelling, cresting and breaking.
I woke up stunned from how incredibly hypnotic it was. I felt drugged. Oh my god,
that voice, those hands.
It felt like I had experienced some kind of genie. I have never dreamed anyone like
that before. Not with details like that. Ephemeral. The way she held and touched me was perfect. Safe, relief, responsive, my body just reacting, without thought, to everything she did. I was completely able to let go. Awash, rinsed and falling to pieces, disintegrating into the pleasure of it.
I want that. I want to be touched and released.

a clip of writing from being in that pillow princess state.

(I'll Show You Mine: Tales of Dyke Drama and Smut. 2012)