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nothing i love more than touching a girl whilst she’s talking about her interests. hearing her stumble over her words as you speed up and slow down. giggling at her and replying “oh yeah that’s so cool” as you push a finger inside watching bliss wash over her pretty face. encouraging her to carry on talking as you fuck harder into her until she can barely speak.
this post is about wlw, men and minors dni.
neeed
Make her smile before kissing her so you can taste her happiness
”my daughter is fine”
your daughter dreams of a middle-aged woman taking advantage of her and using her whatever way she wants to and then praising her for being a good girl
yes yes mean scary sadists are great but what about sadists that smile and sweet talk you while they wreck your shit? sadists that speak in a sing songy voice while making you cry, sadists that giggle when you beg for mercy, sadists that can't help but express joy while they're making you suffer, sadists that strike fear in your heart every time you see their wicked grins?
Condescending praise just does something to me
You’re just my easy little pet, aren’t you?
I love how desperate you get for me.
You would do anything just so I’d touch you, right? No, no, baby, don’t hide. I want to see your pretty eyes while you’re grinding on my thigh.
Hm, what would people think if they saw their cute princess acting like a such needy little slut, hm?
You got this wet just because we made out? My, my, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.
No baby, you’re not allowed to cum yet. Why the tears? It’s not my fault you got close this fast. Let me have my fun playing with my little toy. You do want to make me happy, don’t you? *grasps my chin to make me nod my head* Then stop whining and take everything I’m giving you.
Gosh, I love seeing you cry for me. It’s when you look the prettiest.
Isn’t it funny how you pretend to be this mouthy brat all day, yet as soon as I get on top of you, you fall silent? I don’t even have to tie you down. You just know your place, right bunny? *pinches my nipple while kissing the tip of my nose*
watching a horror movie together with my strap buried deep inside you, not letting you move. but every time you get scared and flinch you get reminded of how full your tight cunt is and how it belongs to me only.
i really crave semi-sexual dominance so much :(
you pinning my hands above my head and kissing not my lips but my forehead. your fingers playing with my nipples when we’re cuddling only to shush me and stop when i get too whimpery. you bending me over the counter and pushing your bulge against my ass only to reach the top shelf. delivering one hard spank before you leave the room again. us making out against a wall until i’m panting and grinding against you, only for you to step away and smirk at how desperate i get for you. you using my instant submission as a quick ego boost for yourself whenever you feel like it. your hand squeezing my thigh just a bit too hard when we’re sitting at the table with friends.
to come home late at night to my lover who's already asleep and climb into bed beside them
to hush them back to sleep with whispers and kisses
to have sleepily wrap ourselves around each other like being without one another was poison and our arms are the antidote
I need a girl who is equally as desperate for me, as I am for her. I need her to be as obsessed with the thought of me pleasing her, as I am.
When I’m minding my own business, I need her to just take me away from what I’m doing, and tell me what to do to her instead.
When I come home all frustrated and worked up, I need her to tell me that I can take it out on her.
When we’re cuddled up and kissing softly, I need her to pull me on top of her, and put my hands where she wants them.
I don’t want to always take the initiative. I want her to come to me too, no matter who will be in control in the end. I need to know I am wanted as badly as I want her.
This post is about wlw, men and minors DNI!!!
want to put a vibrator in you with the setting on as low as it goes, knowing damn well it’s not nearly enough to get you off, and watch as you frantically grind yourself on me. to hear every pathetic whimper fall from your lips as you fuck yourself against my crotch.
please… i can’t
you’d sob and buck your hips oh so desperately. but no, watching you fall apart against me is the best part my love. we’re going to be here as long as it takes.
need a lesbian to have faux sympathy for me ughh like "aww is it too much baby?" then kiss me on the forehead and start fucking me harder
do something for me, princess?
hands on the wall. good girl. now leave them there until i'm done eating you out. better not take them off the wall too soon or i'll have to punish you. you can behave for me, right? ‹𝟹
MEN AND MINORS DNI.
need to eat out an anxious over-achiever girl so good she sleeps for hours while i cook her food in the underwear she just came in
I woke up in a MOOD.
Idk if I wanna fuck or fight something.
I’m always so excited when a sub tells me they don’t like something. I love it when a sub communicates with me about their wants. “Would it be ok if we didn’t ____?” Yes!!! I’m so proud of you for asserting your boundaries. “I don’t think I want to do ______.” Then we won’t! I’m so glad you told me, thank you! Communication is the best part of kinky sex you can’t change my mind.
yearning for being talked through it like, one hand working between my thighs as they look into my hazy eyes and keep asking me if it feels “good?” “yeah?” “gonna cum?” “gonna give it to me?…” "doing so good for me, baby…"keep going… " & praising me when they get a dumb reply😵💫
i'm so attracted to emotional intelligence like damn the way you actually listen and communicate turns me on
dumbing down my smart girl with my tongue between her thighs until she can’t even remember her own name
do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.