Read Literature. Be Present. Make Love. Make Tea. Write A Poem. Cry. Watch A Sappy Movie That Makes You

I’m yearning so bad, I just want to have a person.

I want someone I can cuddle up with when I’m home. I want to be able to hold hands when we’re walking, and hold her bag in my other hand, so she doesn’t have to. I want to get her flowers for no reason, and craft silly things for her. I want to make art inspired by her and show it. I want to cook together with her favourite music playing softly in the background. I want to have dinner together and simply chat about anything. I want to grab her coat and hold it open for her, so she can slide her arms right in. I want to watch the sunset together, and stargaze afterwards. I want someone who takes my hoodies, and to get hers in return. I want to go fetch her favourite drink while she’s busy, because she deserves it. I want to watch her favourite films, so I can admire her as she talks about them excitedly.

I want to do so much for someone, I just need that someone.

Want a wife so I can do really slutty things for her like make her coffee in the morning and give her forehead kisses

have a severe mommy kink. older woman who talks to me very gently, older woman who gets doors for me, older woman who understands me without any explanation, older woman who teases me till I go non-verbal, older woman who treats me to pretty lingerie and toys to keep me on her fingertips, older woman who has very pretty hands and keeps distracting me with them, older woman to whore myself out to, older woman who calls me babygirl when she wants to taste me, older woman explaining things to me, older woman who's so calm it washes over me and I get comfy to the point I'm sleepy around her love like yeah ruin my life older women

MEN AND MINORS DNI

art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you

Remember that you must allow people to love you, to be kind to you, to help you. Not everyone is going to be toxic for you, some people just genuinely want to be a part of your life, but you to feel all this love coming your way, you have to believe you deserve it. Let people love you. Let them look out for you, care for you, don't push them away. Let them stay.

"Mmm, look at you," I coo, my voice thick like honey as I curl my fingers under your chin and tilt your head back, just enough to make you meet my gaze in that dazed, blissed-out haze. "Such a messy little slut. Can’t even stay still, can you?"

You swallow thickly at my words, but your body leans in instinctively, hips shifting, thighs trembling. Hungry. Needy. Mine.

But inside, what I’m really thinking is: You’re divine. Absolutely breathtaking. You ache so beautifully for me. I’ll never get tired of this view… of you.

"My pathetic little thing..." I whisper next, my fingers dragging across the slick heat between your thighs. "You’d do anything for Mommy, wouldn’t you?"

You nod fast, frantic, a high-pitched whimper caught in your throat. Your lips try to form something like a 'yes,' but it’s lost in the moan that spills out instead.

Your tears are threatening now, clinging to your lashes, blinking fast as if your body can’t decide if it’s overwhelmed or overjoyed. Probably both.

And I think: You’re so trusting. So brave. My perfect girl. You don’t even know how much I love you for this. I don’t take it for granted, not for one second.

I press a kiss to your temple. Just once.

Then I pull away again, drag my nails down your spine slow and sharp, just to watch the ripple of your back, the way you arch into the sting. Then before you even know what hit you, I deliver a hard slap. The sound echoes and you cry out, but you don't move away.

"Does my baby feel a little dumb tonight, hm?" I purr as I deliver another sharp smack, watching your body jolt. Your back arches for me, your hips twitching for more. "You’re really are too far gone to even think now, aren’t you?"

You moan. Just a sound, so raw, so open.

"Say it," I order with a drawn out croon. "Say what you are."

Your voice is nearly a whimper. "I’m… I’m your dumb little baby, Mommy… s’too much— but I like it, I like it, I—"

"Shh, I know." I stroke you tenderly, then strike again. Your thighs twitch, your knees buckle slightly, and you sob so prettily.

But in my mind, I’m holding you close: You’re not dumb at all. You’re clever, intuitive, emotionally rich. You let me take you to this place because you know I’ll bring you back. I’ll never let you fall alone.

"Pathetic," I breathe, slower this time, drawing the word out as I rake my nails lightly down your back, over tender, already-reddened skin. I lean closer, tongue trailing your jaw, and murmur against your cheek, "Dripping just from my voice. How filthy is that, my little slut?"

You moan again, helpless. "Mmm… yes... yes... so slutty for you… can’t think, Mommy… just wanna be good…"

I groan softly against your ear. "That’s my girl."

Another slap, and you whimper. Another, and your knees give, but I catch you, always. One arm loops around your waist as I press your back firmly against my front.

"This is what I do to you, hmm? Turn that sharp little mind to mush with just my voice, my hands."

You whimper, voice slurring. "Yours… all yours…"

"Yes, you are," I groan, dragging my hand between your legs again. So wet, so swollen, perfect. I push two fingers in without warning, and you cry out, your body gripping me tight.

"You were made for this," I murmur against your temple. "Made for me."

You nod, whining, "I—I can’t think, Mommy—"

"Good," I say, curling my fingers inside you. "Don’t think. Just take."

You fall apart so beautifully, loud, messy, soaking my fingers as I press my mouth to your neck, whispering filth and praise in the same breath.

But inside, my heart aches with how much I adore you: You're my treasure. My good girl. My everything. You crave the sting because you trust the hands that deliver it. And I will never stop cherishing that.

I slow the pace, fingers still deep inside you, but softer now. I kiss the side of your face, damp with tears.

"You did so well for me," I whisper. "Mommy's so proud of you."

You’re shaking in my arms, lips parted, dazed and spent, and I hold you tighter. Your body is mine to break, yes… but your soul is mine to protect. Always.

being treated with so much love and care while fucked in the most disgusting way is peak

If she's an overthinker it means she needs to be fucked until her brain turns off

i can see it on your face. the way your eyebrows furrow but your eyes aren’t glistening with lust or care, they are swirled with guilt, sadness and fear. you’re dropping.

i don’t need to think about myself anymore, im safe. it’s you who needs me. i need your attention. but getting your full attention when your mind is swirling with thoughts is hard. i need your focus on me now. how do i get your attention when your brain is so focused on your brains overwhelming thoughts.. do you prefer your honourifics? mommy? mistress? maam? sir? a sweet name? baby? darling? babe? or just your name.. what can i call to get those beautiful eyes on me? there you are. hi. big breaths. in through your nose, hold for 5 and out your mouth.. good.. nice and slow. focus on your breath and me. nothing else.

do you like being touched hm? let me crawl to sit in front of you, sit on your lap or sit beside you. my hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs rubbing just lightly. fingers twirling through your hair and kissing on your sweet nose. massage your sore muscles. let me pull you against my chest and hug you so tight, scratch your back. take a shower or a bath, let me wash you. i promise to be gentle, and you can wash me after too okay? big breaths again. or would you rather enjoy some comfortable silence? put a movie on? clean up and move onto a new task and discuss later? anything. anything to make you feel more safe, sane and appreciated.

you don’t need to talk, it’s okay. let me talk. let me reassure you this time. you did amazing. thank you for trusting me. you didn’t hurt me more than my limits. everything you did was incredible. i felt safe. i felt cared for. you’re not weak because you dropped. i felt so so so good and you did that, just you. i appreciate the care you took with my submission. i am okay. i trust you. you’re appreciated. you’re loved. you’re safe. im so proud of you. big breaths <3

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