Alright guys, so I’m posting some new pics I took today. I really want to know what you guys think because (if all goes according to plan) in the next month or so I’m going to try and make one of my oldest fantasies come true! Guys, I’m going to start making smoking fetish and t-girl porn! It’s still early stages so I have many details for you yet but once I do you guys will be the first to know! In the meantime, if you any suggestions for content you’d like to see me do or any other ideas hit me up! I can’t promise I’ll get back to you right away but I promise I do read every message!
SUMMARY: You’ve been dreaming of having a personal encounter with the God of Mischief. Lucky for you, your boyfriend Tom Hiddleston is more than happy to indulge you. And he takes ALL his roles seriously.
RATING:M (18+ ONLY)
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This fic contains sexual roleplay, light bondage, and explicit sexual content, and should only be read by people age 18 and over. I hope you like this, because I had a lot of fun with it! Feedback, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!
You checked out the swing of Tom’s hips and butt as he danced along to the music playing on the radio while he made his coffee. He turned around, smiling with his lip between his teeth, and swayed his hips a few more times for good measure while stirring the coffee with a spoon. You gestured for him to join you on the couch and he turned the music down. With an exaggerated sigh he sat down next to you and threw his long legs up on the couch, leaning his back against your chest. His head came up to your collarbone, his curly hair tickling your chin. The first sip of his coffee made him groan appreciatively and settle more comfortably into your lap. You massaged his scalp, enjoying the feeling of his silky curls between your fingers.
![Now I do not know whether I was then a [wo]man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a but](https://64.media.tumblr.com/74e0f153a3b9ac759deb8bfee3022dee/tumblr_nqgl9g4XTy1u9b26bo1_1280.jpg "Now I do not know whether I was then a [wo]man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a but")
