“You Were A Dream. Then A Reality. Now A Memory.”

When he cums inside of me

Raw, unprotected sex is the most primal type of sex. There's something about it, that makes it so fulfilling for a slut like me.

I could feel it now. I'm on all fours. My legs spread, my knees and elbows on the floor. The room is hot, I'm sweating from being worked over, being pushed to my extremes. His hands, a bit rough and masculine, are holding it's tight grip around my waist.

As he pushes in, I could feel weight press up against me. With each pass, I'm breathing, gasping, moaning... He knows what he's doing to me. I started as a respectable woman, but he's slowing turning me into his slut by fucking my brains out. He has no regard for my comfort, as he slides his entire dick in. I may not be used to his size, which causes me to squeal in a new found glory of excitement.

His tempo and rhythm speed up, as I could hear him actively working my pussy. I can't even control myself, and he's pumping me, pounding me, fucking me. His dick is balls deep as I could sense him tense up and even grunt. He's violently fucking me now, and he's pulls my hair. As my head is being forced up, I catch a glimpse of his reflect in a mirror.

There's another thrust, another validation of my role to him.

There's another thrust, he's getting close and my pussy clamps down for his pleasure.

There's another thrust, I need his cum. I need his seed inside of me. It would fulfill my primal role.

With his final push, he releases my hair, grabs my waist and unloads inside of me. I could feel his dick pulsing, throbbing in my eager pussy. He pushes me down onto my stomach. His bodyweight is on top of me, and he floods my womb with cum. He's pinned me down, I dare not move until he's finished with me.

After he deposits, he slowly backs out and removes his dick with my now worthless hole. He slides out, I feel this void, this emptyness come over me.

The guy gets up, and starts to clean himself up. I look over my shoulder and get a glimpse. I'm nothing to him, meaningless. I've fulfilled my purpose and he's completely discarded me.

I'm such a slut, and I love it.

One order of older married man ☕️

I don’t support real cheating and don’t like it one bit but it would be so hot for us to recognize how wrong it is. He’s married, experienced, and older meanwhile I’m the opposite.

The tension builds up until one day he just snaps and drags me into his house. Into the bed that he shares with his wife. To feel his wedding ring on my body! Maybe around my throat, squeezing my cheeks, or the tight grip he has while fucking me. Fucking full of anger and need. It's so messed up but it feels good, watching as I fall apart on his cock. How there are tears in my eyes as I moan. How much tighter I get when I cum.

He can't help but blame me for this, for cheating on her. But maybe it's just because he is a perv who couldn't help himself. Can't cum inside because he can't risk it more than he already is. So he paints me in it, is so satisfied as he looks at the messy younger girl under him.

This was bad we both knew it even coming down from our highs. But that didn’t stop him from leaning down and kissing me. Telling me this would happen again and that we needed to keep it our little secret.

If I told you

What would you think of me if I told you that I enjoy it when you tell me about your day, but at the same time I also want to pin you down and bite your inner thighs?

What would you think of me if I told you that I love watching you prepare a delicious meal, but at the same time I imagine my fingers stretching you wide as I push them inside you?

What would you think of me if I told you that it’s a thrill for me to watch you be a boss and kick ass, but at the same time I think about choking you with one hand and spanking you with the other?

What would you think of me if I told you that I adore how your face lights up when something touches your soul, but at the same time I crave to see your watery eyes as you gag on me?

What would you think of me if I told you that I live for days when your smile lights up a gloomy world, but at the same time I ache to make you cum past your point of tolerance.

If I told you these things, would you hold them against me, or would you love me even more?

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tell me you ‘forgot’ a condom but youll only put the tip in, then that feels so good you put it all in and promise to pull out, eventually i lose count of how many loads youve dumped in me but it feels so good and its too late to stop you now