#ski.txt

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Monster boyfriend that is all stoic and emotionless in front of other people and beasts. He appears aloof, stern, untouchable, back straight like an arrow and eyes cold and sharp like glaciers. Only you can feel his light touches on the small of your back to direct you to a safer path. He checks on you whenever he can, his eyes scanning you meticulously - and sending you a glint of a smirk because he likes what he sees. He is always there, never far, deterring anyone who even dares to look at you for too long with a menacing growl. And then, when you're alone, he falls on his knees so that he can look directly into your eyes, caressing your body, his eyes melting into warm and endless pools of love and affection. He kisses you, holds you and snuggles with you whenever you're alone. He whispers gentle words, promises and adorations, cupping your cheeks like a most precious flower, uttering your name like a prayer.

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Huge monster boyfriend who has to hunt and devour a lot of food to keep his little human partner warm during winter with his body heat. He is perfectly capable of being almost completely naked and unbothered by any weather conditions, but his little human mate is shivering and needs warmth. He has to hold them, keep them close, because they are brittle and sensitive and get sick easily. He needs to stay healthy with sufficient amounts of fat and muscle, he has to be strong and virile. Maybe he could make some sort of harness that goes around his chest so that his little partner can sit there close to his heart and stay warm. He loves feeling his soft mate's skin on his - it makes him happy.

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Soft and long tongues that push against your entrance and squirm in. The satisfied purr against your clit. Glowing eyes that stare at you from between your legs, hungrily. You shiver while the tongue twists and twirls and rubs against your g-spot. You moan his name. You beg him to not stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. He doesn't... Not until you come undone and squirt all over his satisfied grin.

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The fury burns his blood. You are not here with him. You are not under him, your beautiful lush body spread across the floor, dripping your delicious nectar. You are not here, with him, calling his name, begging for his cock. You always smell so intoxicating. Your needy, pathetic voice always makes him so hard. Why are you not here, when he's in rut, desperate for a tight, wet hole to knot in it, to splash it with his hot seed? All he can do now is jerk himself off, imagining your tongue, your screams, your pretty soft hole that was made for him. Just for him.

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Your boyfriend has been a bad boy. You muzzle him and order him to lie down on the floor. You peg him until he is a pathetic whimpering mess but you don't allow him to cum. Instead you demand he turns around so that you can sit with your naked and wet pussy on his muzzle. You rock your hips and grind against the metal cage and all he can do is catch the drops of your delicious juices. He presses his tongue against the muzzle to taste you better. You rub your clit against the hard metal and his soft tongue and you squirt on his flushed face.

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Monster folk whose saliva, sweat, sperm, and blood are healing. Kissing them is like drinking honey-coated medicine. Smelling them relieves you from any migraines. Their sperm treats any bruises and cuts you have, and ingesting it is invigorating. Their blood is very potent and can be used in salves, pills, or potions. Or drank directly, of course.

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A big clawed, hairy arm over your chest holding you really close, while the head is buried behind your neck, nose in your hair, where your smell is the strongest. He is purring in his sleep, nuzzling you from time to time. His soft cock is pressed against your ass and you barely resist humping it.

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A sea monster that has hard time staying outside the water so he coaxes you into swallowing his cum in order for you to mutate into a sea creature that can breathe underwater and withstand some hard monster pounding

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He is waiting for you. Patiently. Hiding in the dark, away from other humans. They could hurt him and he could hurt them. They don't understand him like you do. He misses you so much it burns his blood. It hurts to even think about you. He could rip someone's throat just because the pain won't go away and he doesn't know how to deal with it. Where are you? Why are you late? He needs to hold you, embrace you, taste you, have you, own you. How much longer until you are in his arms again, sheltered, safe? He needs you and you need him.

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Things about being eaten out that bring it to another level:

° When he begs to eat you out

° When he moans into your pussy and you feel those warm vibrations hit your core

° When you see his penis being super hard and dripping precum

° When he tells you how much he loves doing it and then dives back in like a starving animal

° When he sloppily kisses you after he's done and you can taste yourself

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Dragon boyfriends that have fire in their bodies and also make sure their cocks get some of that heat. Cock warming - but who is warming whom?

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Horns are made for holding onto while riding that Longe Monster Tongue™ like a Harley-Davidson

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Idea: centaur riding school and brothel

Ride a centaur or be ridden

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I have deep love toward hairy male chest. I love touching it, scratching it and kissing it. It's warm and comforting and fuzzy. You can hear his heartbeat while you lay on top of it, hairs tickling your face.

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I love grinding so much. Desperate hip jerks and pathetic moans, not being able to push your cock somewhere or push something into your pussy, so you pathetically rub against whatever surface you find to get off. You pinch your nipples and pleasure yourself however you can, smearing your arousal juices on an object imagining something that is out of your reach. And then you climax all over your table, chair, pillow - not entirely and completely satisfied.

Poetry.

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If he requires slow tougue presses from me then that is what he shall recieve, I wouldn't want it any other way, feeling every hot burning line and bump on my tougue, the pain scalding, serving as a reminder of the fine line between pain and pleasure, I will endure, for him, always for him just to get a little taste and feeling his gentle throbs against my tougue

Such fervor! You are an incredible being, withstanding all that pain just so that you can feel the pleasure on the tip of your tongue. Well, not only there. The heat must affect you greatly. You are blushing, sweating, your eyes glimmer from lust. Dragon can sense your arousal and need. His phallus reacts to you, twitches toward your body as if it wants something more from you...