Why Ya'll Be Following Me, I'm Out Here Writing Degenerate Shit U.u

Doing this to them while in a vampire fit under the moonlight- ~v~

Wax-play with a red candle so it makes it look like they’re covered in blood😵‍💫😵‍💫

guiding them on how to touch themself while on call, telling them when to speed up or down, telling them what toys to use, telling them when they can or can't c*m — telling them that just because they came doesn't mean they can stop, that their fate is 100% up to you to dictate

This hits me like a train, reminds me of childhood, back when I was broken or way more broken at least-

I remember sitting in bed unable to sleep wanting to escape online.

I've grown a lot since then, a lot more amazing friends, and I try to live in the moment more too.

It can be hard at times, but there's always more to learn and more room to grow, goodluck to everyone.

(Random ass 'normal' post)

Alright guys, I've gotta go now.

Bye. :/

Bite bite bite bite bite

Your body is a canvas

I'll make it look beautiful

Wanna collar someone and take their clothes away, watch them get all shy while I slowly touch them, running my hands up their thighs getting close to their puppy parts but never quite there, all while praising them like the good little mutt they are~

Turn them on until they ask for more and tell them to until your pants and "go ahead" while they desperately try to get off,, licking, grinding- all while making those cute little noises like the slutty mutt they are~

It's adorable how a little dark eyeshadow just turns their brain right off-

I love finding all those sensitive spots.

Reading your body language as I touch you, squeezing tight or gently dragging my finger along your body. Seeing those little squirms as I touch you until you're squirming for something more,,,

Its expecially fun to turn them on in public with such innocent movements as you watch them try and hide it~

the sweetest, softest, most gentle foreplay for the sickest, roughest, most disgusting sex. there, i said it.

I wouldn’t just take you. I would worship you, devour you, and ruin you in the slowest, most intoxicating way possible. My hands would move over your skin like they were meant to, like they belonged there, tracing every curve, every dip, every place that makes you tremble beneath my touch. I would make you feel so wanted, so undeniably mine, that you would forget the world existed outside of this moment.

I would start slow, teasing, keeping you on the edge, watching the way your breath catches every time I shift deeper inside you. My lips would find your neck, dragging over the heat of your skin, kissing, biting, murmuring against you, telling you how good you feel wrapped around me, how perfect you are, how I never want to stop.

I would pin your wrists above your head, locking my eyes with yours, making sure you see how much I want you, how much I need you. Every movement, slow and deliberate, deep and unrelenting, making you feel every inch of me, again and again, until you are shaking, gasping, clinging to me like I am the only thing keeping you grounded.

I would whisper against your lips, my voice low, teasing. You feel that? How perfectly you take me? How you are made for me? My mouth would claim yours, swallowing your moans, drinking in every sound, every plea, until you forget your own name and only know mine.

And I would not stop. Not until your body gives out, not until you are trembling, completely undone beneath me, your body etched with the memory of my touch. Not until you understand, without a single doubt, that you are wanted. Desired. Mine.

Because this is not just about taking you. It is about owning every inch of your pleasure, leaving you aching, ruined, and craving more.

Cooking them dinner then using them till they can't thing right > Anything else