I already had the sub bent over the bed, one hand twisted in their hair, hips flush against them when the door shifted. you were standing in the frame, frozen. i didn’t stop. didn’t change pace. i just lifted my eyes and holding them there. Every thrust deliberate,+
You slipped into the empty room at the party for a second of quiet. i followed. the door stayed cracked behind us, music and voices still bleeding in from the hallway. I had you against the wall before you could even turn around; one hand over your mouth, the other already+
Going down on someone is so fucking hot. Gripping at your hair in an attempt to force you down further. Being able to feel their body twitch as they get closer. Their desperate hip movements. FUCK
Fucking with the door open. Crowded hall just on the other side of us. One palm flat as I towered over you and the other gripping your thigh; Further commanding the want to fuck harder, deeper, sloppier. You-were-a-mess under me.+
Fucking with the door open. Crowded hall just on the other side of us. One palm flat as I towered over you and the other gripping your thigh; Further commanding the want to fuck harder, deeper, sloppier. You-were-a-mess under me.+
You knew exactly what you were doing. Arriving in the attire I directed you-not-to wear. Oh, the games you liked to play in public. Yearning to see the wrong side of me; begging for my attention? It was working.+
I want you pathetic for me. A drooling mess-only mean’t for my desires. Something to be treated as if mean’t to be temporary. A vessel I can ruin from the inside out
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The first soul I ever took still follows me. Not their face, not their name—just the weight of it. Heavy hands, the silence after. I thought the years would dull it, but it still creeps in at night. Sharp. Unrelenting
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Even though I don’t date I still yearn for connection and deep understanding. I want you to know everything you NEED to know—to please me. Then, if you’re lucky enough; I’d give you everything you WANT to know
Your form is mine to guide, mine to hold, mine to push beyond what you thought you could bear. You’re not fragile, you’re not breakable. You’re mine to shape until every muscles carries the memory of me
Aw, is your size k!nk driving you crazy?
Thought so….lets see how much worse it gets when you realize you’d need four hands. FOUR….for optimal coverage
Strong tension building up over the past weeks. Restraint was no longer an option. I had you where I wanted you—frame quaking, lips swollen, yearning with your eyes when your mouth refused to admit it