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satleastinpart.bsky.social
S, at least in part
@satleastinpart.bsky.social
writing, NSFW, 43, he/him, taken, 18+ only
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Are you sure you want to get up? Or are you trying to get up just so that I grab you—preferably one arm wrapped around your waist and my other hand firmly digging into your thigh, poised to toss you on your back and immediately start—
November 11, 2025 at 11:03 AM
Someone was talking about beards and I was feeling moody, so… you should probably lean back and let me get to work
November 10, 2025 at 7:38 PM
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How is it possible that no one has stolen this hoodie from me yet
November 8, 2025 at 9:05 AM
How is it possible that no one has stolen this hoodie from me yet
November 8, 2025 at 9:05 AM
You know when you rest but you don't feel rested? Yeah, that.
November 7, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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I'll be quiet, I promise. Ever so quiet. But it might be harder for you. I'll make sure of it.
March 10, 2025 at 10:26 AM
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Is it really a teams meeting if you don’t have to excuse yourself, mute your mic, turn off your video, and bend your head over your keyboard because I’ve decided, from my position under your desk, to slide my fingers into you while my tongue continues circling your clit?
March 11, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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Once again: thigh highs and nothing else
February 27, 2025 at 8:41 PM
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“I guess I was hungry,” she said after the third orgasm.

“And I was thirsty,” I countered. “I still am.”

“I could get you a glass of water.”

“Nah.” And her knees were already over my shoulder.
March 18, 2025 at 2:10 AM
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Do you remember the first time your hand slipped under their shirt how warm the skin was
March 18, 2025 at 4:36 PM
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I’m so tired and burnt out these days but know that I want to post something so achingly beautiful that something hums in you so that you can’t help but cross your legs and feel the heat in your face
March 20, 2025 at 11:01 PM
I just need to be holding you while you cum on my cock—is that too much to ask?
November 5, 2025 at 5:35 AM
For instance
November 1, 2025 at 3:29 PM
Thinking of you looking up from between my thighs, a flicker of mischief in your eyes before your gaze turns slowly and deliberately to that straining, trembling need coursing through my body.

You won’t be too cruel, will you? The way you trace your lips with your tongue—
November 1, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Have you ever sat in a cafe wondering if the barista would taste like coffee as they whimpered and moaned for you in the storeroom in between espresso orders?
October 31, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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No you’re up at 4 am hand under the waistband lazily touching to the thought of your moots calling out your name as they cum so fucking hard
October 29, 2025 at 3:24 AM
No you’re up at 4 am hand under the waistband lazily touching to the thought of your moots calling out your name as they cum so fucking hard
October 29, 2025 at 3:24 AM
Scarf season, though we could probably use the scarf for all different kinds of things
October 28, 2025 at 7:44 AM
Hey, I know you want to start your day, you’ve even padded over to the kitchen for coffee. But look at you, you’re staring at my messages, your fingers under the waistband… you’re not going anywhere, are you? Not until I tell you all the desperate filthy things you’re aching for, not until 1/2
October 25, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Lips that will be soft on your skin as the beard and mustache lightly tease
October 25, 2025 at 11:23 AM
You make me so greedy—more, I want more of you, more of your pleasure, right fucking now
October 25, 2025 at 4:57 AM
The nap I’m about to take would be greatly improved by your thighs
October 23, 2025 at 11:14 AM
Lord knows I like me a monochrome filter, on a Monday or most any day really
October 20, 2025 at 2:59 PM
when I get out of the shower and walk right past the dresser—there's no need to put anything on, you're already waiting for me
October 18, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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You're so proud of yourself—straddling my lap, my cock buried in you as you clench around me. You get that knowing smile, waiting so patiently to pull that whimper from me. But I know, oh I know, that with every clench and twitch, you're also losing control. What's going to happen when 1/5
October 16, 2025 at 9:59 AM