[F4M] Your opinion matters to me, and I need you to accept that! [Script Offer] [Reassurance] [Sweet] but also [Dirty] [GFE] [Croptop and yoga pants] [Blowjob] [Titfuck] [From Behind] [Facial] [Post-O sweetness]

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Author's note:  

Feel free to change/adapt as you see fit. Direction included is meant to be helpful not restrictive; ignore or rework as you see fit.

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Required: none (well - kissing/laughing/bj sounds, etc.)

Optional: footsteps receding, footsteps approaching.

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Hey, hun?

I’m thinking about growing my hair out again - what do you think?

*laugh* No shit it’s my body - but what do you think? Would you like it long, do you think?

I /know/ it’s- [excited] Oh! Oh, oh! Is this - is this a she-who-must-not-be-named thing?!

Oh, it /totally/ is. Man, I’m getting good at spotting them faster!

Okay, let me see if I can put this together…

[thinking outloud] So, I asked your opinion on how I wear my hair…

...and you get uncomfortable and assert that your opinion doesn’t /matter/… which, like I see where you’re going with that but you’re wrong and I’ll tell you why in a minute.

...So, okay, I’m gonna say…. ‘She’ didn’t like for you to have opinions on how she looked? Or like - preferences?

[disapprovingly] uh-/huh/. I see. And by chance, did this include preferences relating to how she dressed? 

*under her breath* Well that explains a thing or two.

Well, just - communication matters. It’s been frustrating that you’re so reluctant to tell me what you like. Any time I ask you about something in particular you just say “it looks good”, and - I have nothing to go on. I’m left guessing what you /actually/ prefer.

No, babe, babe - that’s the thing though, it’s not *because* of you. 

No, look- if I notice you like such and such a clothing style, and maybe I start wearing that more- 

That’s the thing, I’m not doing it /because you like it/ -or, I mean, not /just/ because - like, it’s not like I would replace my whole wardrobe with things I hated just because you liked them; that’s not what I’m saying. 

Just - whether or not you like something impacts how /I/ feel about it.

Like - okay, you know that crop top I wear all the time? 

Yeah. I never used to wear it very much; I liked it okay, but honestly I was always a little self-conscious. But I had it on once while we were drunk and you said I looked great like three times in twenty minutes.

So if I know you like something - a shirt, a hairstyle, whatever - that /makes me like it more/. Not ‘makes me wear it more for your sake despite /not/ liking it’ - makes me /like/ it more. 

Because it feels good. Because your good opinion makes me feel good about myself. Because making /you/ feel good feels good. 

*sigh* [pensive tone] Alright, well. I can keep /telling/ you this - and, I mean, I will - but historically, you’ve gotten the message a little better when I /show/ you.

Hang on a sec.

*optionally - footsteps receding, a pause, then footsteps returning.*

Okay. This is just a gut-intuition guess, but my sense is that this croptop and these yoga pants are /peak/ things-you-like-from-my-casualwear. Yes?

*laugh* [with affection] Ah, your ‘desperately-trying-not-to-stare’ face. I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.

Well babe. Part of why I like /wearing/ both of these maybe more than I once did is exactly /because/ you look at me like that.

And I /especially/ love how you look at me….

...when I just /stretch/-! 

And, oh gosh, there’s that liiiittle swell of underboob peeping out.

You know what I like even better than when you look at me?

[ideally this would be lower and closer, as you bend forward to whisper in the listeners ear] When you /touch/ me.

Mmm - god, I love your hands on my waist like that; on my belly, my hips -

-and you /know/ you want slide a hand up under my shirt -! [gasp/moan as he does so]

Ah, that’s it - that feels so good on my nipples...

Here, do that- *kiss* while you- *kiss* kiss me…

[a few moments of kissing, maybe some light moans]

You remember how I feel about blowjobs, right?

Good, then get those pants off.

[several moments of bj sounds; if you feel like it, this would be a convenient place to ad lib any bj-related content that springs to mind]

[Around a mouthful of cock] I love how you look at me when I do this.

You know, I feel like we haven’t /quite/ made full use of this shirt’s primary design element... 

Mm- your cock nestles /so/ nicely between my tits! And they're so very accessible in this shirt!

Well? Go on then! Fuck my tits. 

I mean, really - the shirt’s barely even out of place. It’s like it was designed for covert tit-fucking. I could be fucking you one moment, going to the gym the next.

Is that what you’re thinking about, every time I wear this?

*laugh* well I guess it will be now.

[a few moments more with the titfucking; feel free to add anything related. Then:]

And what about the pants? I know they look good on - is there any particular way you’d like to enjoy them /off/?

Mm, okay - let me just turn around on all fours here…

Yeah, just peel them down!

You like this? The sort of half-naked, pants-down-just-far-enough look?

See, babe, this is why communication is important! I’d’ve never known to keep them half-on.

Ohh, sure, that makes sense - ha, ‘framing my pussy’, I like that. 

Mm, yeah - get that dick in me-!

*laugh* of /course/ I’m sopping, haven’t you been listening?

[a few moments of just quiet/ragged breathing, is he pumps into her from behind]

/fuck/ babe...

[the section below is newer territory for me; the idea is the listener is finally comfortable doing more of the talking for a change, and we hear her reacting to this positive development. If you like, feel free to make it more specific and have her confirming or encouraging him saying things *you* would want to hear].

[all of the below interspersed with moaning/ragged breathing - she gets closer and closer over the next section and cums at the end of it]

Mm, yeah babe!

Yeah I am!

I don’t know- what’s gotten- into you- but I love it!

God, yes! Tell me how sexy I am! Tell me how you’re fucking me!

Mmh, /yeah/ you are!

I love that you love that!

God, babe, that’s so hot-!

Say that again-!

Oh, god, you’re gonna make me cum-!

[A bit more moaning, and she cums - feel free to adlib anything else here if you’d like]

I’m cumming- I’m-!

[Ease back down, deep breaths]

You didn’t cum?

[laughing, semi-teasing tone] okay, stud. All the more fun for me. How do you want to finish? Can I suck you off?

Mm, c’mere. 

*blowjob sounds for several moments*

[the following several lines - pretty much until he cums - are interspersed with bj sounds]

You know what else I like more than I used to? 

Your cum.

On my face.

Now to be clear - I was low-key into it before you.

But with you-! God. It’s a whole other thing.

Do you remember the first time you came on my face, while I was rubbing myself, and I came at the same time? Did you thank that was, like, a show I put on for you? 

It wasn’t. You made me cum.

Seeing you this excited gets me off. Knowing how sexy you find me gets me off. Knowing how much this /pleases you/… gets me off.

With your cum on my face - god, babe, I feel so sexy, and desired, and so /delightfully/ slutty.

So go on. I can tell you’re close.

Cum on my face. Cum. On. My. Face.

Oh fuck babe, do it -

[Maybe some exclamatory ‘oh!’ as he comes, or similar; or, feel free to improv some begging or whatever you like]

[A few deep breaths as they both cool down]

Hey.

*kiss*

How are you feeling?

Good.

Hey, you really came through with the dirty talk, that was amazing! 

I knew you had it in you. And I - I love that you’re starting to feel a little more comfortable expressing yourself. 

I know - I know for a long time that maybe that didn't feel super… safe.

So thanks for being vulnerable with me.

*laugh* Honestly, hon, you’re pretty easy to be lovely to.

I mean, I’ll be, like, /moderately considerate/, and you get this look on your face like I’m the best thing ever to happen. Which, yes, is sad and pathetic and makes me want to fight your ex - but it also makes me feel amazing. 

Thank you for letting me love you.