crawling to him on my hands and knees, eyes and head down. reaching his feet and pressing my cheek to his thigh. feeling his hand wrap around my neck. shoving his thumb in my mouth for me to suck on. my eyes trailing down to see his other hand fondling himself... sighs
i hope u guys realize it's really not just about how sexy and seductive and jaw droppingly gorgeous i am but it's also about the fact that i'm fucking hilarious
I want the collar to dig into your throat when I yank on it. I want you to try and stick your fingers into the gaps, to gasp in a breath of fresh air. I want you to panic and grow weak and dizzy. You're mine to play with, and I get to decide everything, even when you breathe.
alsoo little with bpd that goes "i don't deserve you" x Daddy that "That's not for you to decide. I choose you. Every day. Every version of you. So stop trying to push me away and let me love you, okay?"
little with bpd x Daddy that "Hey, pretty boy. I saw that message. I'm not going anywhere, okay? Look at me. I'm not going anywhere. You can be mad, you can be sad, you can fall apart. None of that changes the fact that I'm yours. You hear me, sweet boy?"
let it be known that i fantasise about making friends and being added to lists and having group chats and all that fun stuff as much as i fantasise about meeting my dream Dom