You're Cute, I Wanna Train You To Never Cum Without My Permission

"Come home to me" kind of love

read literature. be present. make love. make tea. write a poem. cry. watch a sappy movie that makes you want to throw things at it. paint your nails. cook something. call your best friend. learn an instrument. wonder. take a bath. go for a walk. lie down on the grass. listen to the entirety of ur favorite album from 2016. take pics of sunsets. ponder. shamelessly dance in your room. curl up on your bed. make endless wishes to the stars twinkling in the midnight sky. think about nothing. think about everything. think about things so hard that you barely remember what happened moments ago and why you’re feeling the way you do

Yessss, I just love the feeling of your warm and trembling tongue against my fingers as I push them down deeper. And there it is… that perfect little gagging sound. Mmm, such music to my ears. And while you’re choking so sweetly for me, I land another sharp slap to your dripping pussy.

“Oh, sing for me, darling,” I purr, as I slide my strap inside you with a deep and smooth thrust. “Sing me that pretty song your body knows so well.”

Your moan is muffled and messy... exactly how I like you. My fingers press firmer into your mouth now, and I lean down and lick the drool catching at the corners of your lips. God, I just love the way your eyes have become all glossy and how that pretty mind of yours is slipping just where I want it.

“Such a pretty thing,” I hum as I pinch your tongue. “But hush now, sweet one. Just let Mommy use you.”

You squirm and whine against my fingers, as the headboard slams against the wall in rhythm with each hard thrust. “Tsk, what did I say?” I rip my fingers from your mouth and quickly tangle a fist in your hair and turn you around onto your stomach. My grip tightens as I pull you upright as my strap sinks deep again, forcing your body to arch into mine.

“There we go... yes, listen to you,” I breathe against your ear. “So wet... so loud… you sound absolutely obscene for me, my messy, desperate girl.”

You whimper something between a sob and a moan as I start thrusting again, each one sharper, meaner, until you’re shaking for me.

“Are you my messy girl?” I murmur against your neck, letting my teeth graze your skin.

You hesitate. My hand snakes around, grabbing your breast before twisting your nipple harshly between my fingers.

“Answer me.”

You squeal and gasp, “y-yes, Mommy…”

I click my tongue and slow down, just to tease. “Mm-mm. Now I don't think I could quite hear you there.”

“I’m your messy girl, Mommy” you moan breathlessly and raw, which makes my pussy clench around nothing. God you're lovely like this.

A wicked chuckle rumbles from my throat as I press your face into the pillow and angle the strap just right. Your sounds turn into slurred, garbled pleas as I thrust, slow and deep.

“That's a good girl,” I croon sweetly. “Now tell Mommy, what she thinks of you, hm?”

You can’t even find words now, babbling into the pillow.

“Use that mouth, sweetheart.” I deliver a firm slap to your ass. “Answer Mommy.”

You whimper, voice shaking. “That I’m… a messy girl.”

Another sharp slap, and you cry out.

“Try again.”

Your body trembles as I pick up the pace, pushing you higher and higher, letting the rhythm wreck you until you scream, “Th-that I’m your slut!”

My laughter is low and amused. “Such a foul little mouth…” I tsk. “Let’s wash that clean.”

I flip you back around, to find your eyes wide and so deliciously spaced out. My fingers push past your lips, massaging your tongue with faux sweetness, before I push down. Your eyes widened as you struggle against me until I let up and you moan softly.

“There’s my good girl… so easily undone, aren’t you?”

A soft, wet whimper answers me.

“Oh sweetheart, maybe I expected too much of you.” I croon, still thrusting slow and deep. “But that’s okay. You don’t need to think, do you?”

You shake your head, mouth full, eyes dazed.

“That’s right. All you need to do is let Mommy fuck you dumb.”

And I do. Deep, delicious thrusts, while my fingers keep your mouth full and your mind empty, just how I like my favorite toys.

It would just be so terrible to be pinned between two ladies as they call me cute and laugh at how flustered and embarrassed I get. Oh gosh I sure hope they don't kiss their hot mouths against my neck and slip their hands up under my clothes!

my love language: making sure you feel safe enough to be vulnerable with me.

stopppppp im going to pass away just thinking abt this

the goal is to fuck you like a little slut while I continuously reassure my love and adoration for your entire existence.

Wake up and open your curtains. Your windows too.

Drink some tea or coffee, whatever pleases you. Notice every sip.

Have some fresh fruit and finish breakfast feeling full.

Stand outside and feel the air. Cool or warm, it will make you feel real.

Get some exercise. Yoga to soothe, running to breathe, lifting for strength.

Take care of your body. Have a nice shower and pamper as much as you want afterward. 

If you’re going to work, remember you have the chance to make anyone’s day or to ruin it. Act accordingly. 

Weed out the bad language. It’s only creating tension in your body and mind. Kind words are infinitely more appreciated.

Take some time each day to improve your mind. Keep reading that great book. Listen to an incredible piece of music. Practice an instrument or a skill. The progress is its own reward.

Pictures will help you remember how wonderful life is. But spend less time on your phone and more time seeing the world face to face. 

Go to sleep knowing that you have done well. Tomorrow is there with room to become even better.

-Notes to myself on how to become a better person this summer.

I love the sweet in-between.

When your body is jolting forward with every deep, punishing thrust, the headboard slamming in rhythm against the wall. Your breath comes in choked, stuttering gasps, and I can see your arms trembling from holding on.

But my voice?

Oh, it’s as soft as a caress. Honeyed. Sweet. Soothing. Like I’m whispering bedtime stories while I’m fucking the thoughts out of your pretty little head.

“Oh, baby… are you fussing again?” I coo gently as I thrust harder, sharp and deep. “You’re squirming so much… does it feel too good?”

You cry out, high and broken, but you don’t answer. So, I press my hand to the small of your back, guiding your arch just a little deeper, the angle cruel in how perfectly it hits you.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I hushes you, “just let it happen, sweetheart.”

Your body jerks again as I drive into you, relentless. Your fingers claw at the sheets, your moans spilling into whines, into pleads, into nothing coherent.

And I just smile.

“You’re doing so good for Mommy,” I whisper like it’s a secret. “Taking me so well. I knew you would.”

You try to lift your head, maybe to speak, but my hand tangles gently in your hair and presses your cheek back down to the pillow, slow. Loving. Uncompromising.

“Don’t think, baby.” Another deep thrust. “You don’t have to think at all. Let Mommy do the thinking for you.”

You sob into the sheets and I kiss your shoulder, so tenderly it’s almost cruel.

“That’s my good girl,” I breathe. “So sensitive. So full.”

My pace doesn’t let up. I watch your thighs tremble, your back shine with sweat, your poor, ruined pussy sucking the strap back in every time I pull out.

And still I whisper.

“You're my favorite thing to come home to.” “You sound so pretty when you cry.” “I’ll take care of you after, I promise… just a little longer, okay?”

You break around me, body tensing, voice gone, pleasure ripping through you in a wave you couldn’t stop if you tried.

And I moan softly, lovingly.

“There you go, baby… that’s it. That’s what Mommy wanted.”