I am updating my introduction. I am not new to #nsfwtwt in the slightest.
π πΆπ»πΌπΏπ ππ‘π. | Soft Mommy Dom. π | Writer.
β¦ Mommy or H.
β§ She/Her.
β¦ XXI (21).
β§ Switch.
β¦ Fond of Anime.
Any form of disrespect will not be tolerated on my account. Enjoy!
to care for yourselves by staying hydrated, having a proper meal, and prioritizing your mental, emotional, physical, or spiritual state in my absence. I adore my angels wholeheartedly.
I truly do not feel like I have a place here, so I will be taking a break while I sort out these emotions. I encourage you all to continue taking care of yourselves to the best of your ability. I will miss my beloved angels. π€
I am leaving you all with an update of positivity: I am in a more secure and clearer headspace. The state that I parted this account in was less than ideal. I have missed writing as well as the connections I shared with individuals before my hiatus. I hope you all continued (β§)
Afternoon, my sweet angels. π€ I hope you all had sufficient rest. Make sure to have a fulfilling meal. Drink some water. Take your medicine. You have a purpose in this world. Do not give up or accept defeat. Persevere and continue to choose life. You are worthy. Enjoy your day!
I desire to make love to my angel. Knowing they trust me enough to unveil a side of themselves that is kept reserved is sacred. Obliging their every request with an abundance of reassurance as our souls merge, passion emerging with every subtle caress. A paradise shared by two.
I sometimes have the urge to just remove my SIM card and discard my phone. Γ contemplate if I would be able to view the world through clearer lenses. I do not believe that I would be missed.
Little by little, I can feel my heart closing off. My reserved nature is surfacing. I am more protective of my space. Energy, too. Lending the best parts of myself to leeches is a mistake that I am no longer willing to make.
Afternoon, my wondrous angels. π€ Happy Black History Month! βπ½βπΎβπΏ I hope you all had sufficient rest. Make sure to have a fulfilling meal. Drink some water. Take your medicine. Do not dim your light for a mere human being. You are phenomenal. Know your worth. Enjoy your day!
I wish I could caress my angel's chest and gently nibble on their earlobe while they squirm. Witnessing them bashfully shield their arousal while they gently moan would encourage me to taint their body further. I will always have an appetite for my beloved grace.
Gently combing through my angel's curls as their head graces my chest, the burdens of the day seeping from their system with every caress they receive, an exhausted smile settling against their lips as they contently cling to my frame, warmth consuming them as they dreamily sigh.
Reoccurring thoughts that I envision my angel murmuring:
"Fill my womb, Mommy. It's empty."
"You taste so sweet, Mommy."
"Touch me more. Please.."
"Mine."
"Need your cock."
"Fuck me, Mommy."
"More. Need more of you. Please."
"Always a good boy for you, Mommy."
My thoughts keep returning to a feral puppy slamming his hips against mine as I allow him to relieve himself in between my thighs. Listening to his breathing become labored as his words slur, the warmth of my flesh against his causing him to grunt as he desperately claims me.
Afternoon, my precious angels. π€ Happy Tuesday! I hope you all had sufficient rest. Make sure to have a fulfilling meal. Drink some water. Take your medicine. Remember to breathe. Set aside time to pamper yourself. You are important. I believe in you. Enjoy your day!
Early morning thoughts of sloppily feasting on my angel's pussy as they shamelessly arch against my mouth is lulling me towards a feral state. I need to hear them plead and praise me for pleasuring them. I need to feel them lock their legs around my head as they seek euphoria.
Witnessing my angel spread their cheeks apart, revealing their glistening hole as they bashfully wiggle, tempting me to infiltrate their insides with my cock as they impatiently whine, their eyes becoming glossy the longer my length agonizingly glides against their backside.
Is surprising my angel with a gift underwhelming? Is a Cinnamoroll plush or a handwritten letter detailing all of the wondrous characteristics I fancy about them boring? I think about ways to show my beloved grace that I adore them, but I feel like my methods are outdated.
It may just be me, but I feel like once people are aware of the fact that I genuinely care and only want what is best for them, they are instantly turned off.