@LetrasMojadas
@jaimestrongmx.bsky.social
Me calientan los Adictos al fierro (y no solo el del gym) 😏 💦, los calzones usados 🩲 y las historias que huelen a sexo sin filtro. https://substack.com/@letrasmojadas?invite
Escribo lo que muchos se callan mientras se tocan 🖊️🍆
Escribo lo que muchos se callan mientras se tocan 🖊️🍆
“¿Eso es un Pikachu o estás contento de verme?” ⚡️😏
(la verdad: me lo llevaba a entrenar piernas y luego a la cama)
(la verdad: me lo llevaba a entrenar piernas y luego a la cama)
August 19, 2025 at 12:14 AM
“¿Eso es un Pikachu o estás contento de verme?” ⚡️😏
(la verdad: me lo llevaba a entrenar piernas y luego a la cama)
(la verdad: me lo llevaba a entrenar piernas y luego a la cama)
August 15, 2025 at 12:18 AM
August 15, 2025 at 12:18 AM
August 15, 2025 at 12:17 AM
August 15, 2025 at 12:10 AM
August 15, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Que rico, y no hubo celos entre ustedes que son esposos?
August 8, 2025 at 4:30 AM
Que rico, y no hubo celos entre ustedes que son esposos?
Wow me gusta verte mamando
August 6, 2025 at 2:58 PM
Wow me gusta verte mamando
Jajaja el clásico saludo del sol. Espero que el resto del día sea igual de energético.
July 9, 2025 at 3:14 AM
Jajaja el clásico saludo del sol. Espero que el resto del día sea igual de energético.
Y tú sufriendo por la tela, mientras yo me imagino lo que esa tela está intentando domar?
June 30, 2025 at 1:40 AM
Y tú sufriendo por la tela, mientras yo me imagino lo que esa tela está intentando domar?
Domingo de piernas, bíceps y tentación. Avísame si necesitas estiramiento asistido.
June 30, 2025 at 12:43 AM
Domingo de piernas, bíceps y tentación. Avísame si necesitas estiramiento asistido.
Guarda energías… que la próxima podría ser conmigo. 😈
June 28, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Guarda energías… que la próxima podría ser conmigo. 😈
Eso no se enseña… eso se saborea. Ven.” 😌🖤👄
June 27, 2025 at 7:18 PM
Eso no se enseña… eso se saborea. Ven.” 😌🖤👄
El líquido preseminal es puro deseo en forma líquida…
June 27, 2025 at 6:36 PM
El líquido preseminal es puro deseo en forma líquida…
Eso no fue un trío, fue una ópera en tres actos y tú... soprano principal 🎭💦 Bravo, maestro del placer compartido
June 27, 2025 at 5:19 PM
Eso no fue un trío, fue una ópera en tres actos y tú... soprano principal 🎭💦 Bravo, maestro del placer compartido
🧵 Post 4 (Thread closer):
🖤 End of Chapter 1.
Dare to keep breathing this in with me?
📖 Chapter 2: The Pact of Fabric → coming soon.
Follow me, stay close. What’s coming isn’t for the faint of heart.
🖤 End of Chapter 1.
Dare to keep breathing this in with me?
📖 Chapter 2: The Pact of Fabric → coming soon.
Follow me, stay close. What’s coming isn’t for the faint of heart.
June 27, 2025 at 5:17 PM
🧵 Post 4 (Thread closer):
🖤 End of Chapter 1.
Dare to keep breathing this in with me?
📖 Chapter 2: The Pact of Fabric → coming soon.
Follow me, stay close. What’s coming isn’t for the faint of heart.
🖤 End of Chapter 1.
Dare to keep breathing this in with me?
📖 Chapter 2: The Pact of Fabric → coming soon.
Follow me, stay close. What’s coming isn’t for the faint of heart.
🧵 Post 3:
It wasn’t an accident.
I pulled them out, brought them to my face, and inhaled.
That scent… it wasn’t just desire. It was possession.
It was telling him silently: I’ve already got you on me, whether you know it or not.
It wasn’t an accident.
I pulled them out, brought them to my face, and inhaled.
That scent… it wasn’t just desire. It was possession.
It was telling him silently: I’ve already got you on me, whether you know it or not.
June 27, 2025 at 5:17 PM
🧵 Post 3:
It wasn’t an accident.
I pulled them out, brought them to my face, and inhaled.
That scent… it wasn’t just desire. It was possession.
It was telling him silently: I’ve already got you on me, whether you know it or not.
It wasn’t an accident.
I pulled them out, brought them to my face, and inhaled.
That scent… it wasn’t just desire. It was possession.
It was telling him silently: I’ve already got you on me, whether you know it or not.
🧵 Post 2:
I never thought opening that drawer would light something deeper than curiosity.
A pair of dark gray briefs, stretched at the bulge, still damp at the crotch.
They were his.
And they smelled like him.
Testosterone, gym, routine, and secrets that rub themselves raw.
I never thought opening that drawer would light something deeper than curiosity.
A pair of dark gray briefs, stretched at the bulge, still damp at the crotch.
They were his.
And they smelled like him.
Testosterone, gym, routine, and secrets that rub themselves raw.
June 27, 2025 at 5:16 PM
🧵 Post 2:
I never thought opening that drawer would light something deeper than curiosity.
A pair of dark gray briefs, stretched at the bulge, still damp at the crotch.
They were his.
And they smelled like him.
Testosterone, gym, routine, and secrets that rub themselves raw.
I never thought opening that drawer would light something deeper than curiosity.
A pair of dark gray briefs, stretched at the bulge, still damp at the crotch.
They were his.
And they smelled like him.
Testosterone, gym, routine, and secrets that rub themselves raw.