Sitcom With Two Very Kinky Roommates, One Goth Girl And One Saccharine Pink Strawberry Girl, Rooming

I know like cum denial is hot and all but like for me it loses its intimacy, the charm of like 24/7 bliss knowing you’ll be used. It’s weird cause like it’s a fun concept especially since I’m like obedience 99.999% to my brat percent but it also feels like I’m being put on a shelf until someone wants to pick me up again and play with me. Sex is how I show love and care and cumming is basically what kissing feels like to the majority like you know? Just on a ramble and I want opinions

This is the vibe or in like better terms PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

being bullied by a girl i look up to is all the attention i deserve

reblog if you’re okay with people being horny in your dms

Put me in a room with an overthinker in cute thigh-high socks and a little skirt

I- I honestly just want to card my fingers through her hair with her head on my lap- while she tells me all her anxious thoughts and I tell her what a good girl she is for being so brave and open, and that those socks look so cute on her. I bet they'll have pretty patterns and that the colour will suit her. I bet she's been having big thoughts lately and just wants cuddles with someone who will listen. And maybe we'll kiss too but only after I've successfully attached her to my hip after swallowing the key to the room so she's my own personal overthinker in cute thigh-high socks and a little skirt.

I don't crave having plants or children, I crave whatever this is. I'll protect you from the big bad world, just let me steal you first pretty please

I love women who cum from being bullied. Let me slap your cunt and grope your tits while I tell you how pathetic your squirming is.

"Whats wrong slut, why are you all squirmy? Stop trying to fucking run from me."

I want to have you on your knees, humping my thigh while I slap and pinch your nipples. Let me cover you in bruises and spit.

"Aww you look so pretty covered in mommy's spit and bruises. So beaten looking."

I want to feel you throb on my thigh when I toy with your body. Just to make you hover over it when you're close. Ill toy with your dirty cunt.

"Get up off my thigh whore, no cumming for you."

I'm not even going to use my hands on your dirty cunt. I'll just use a paddle, give it slaps, and make you scream.

"Yeah, you like when mommy toys with your cunt like this?"

Kicking my feet giggling at funny words on the screen make brain go WOOOOOO

All I wanted was to be friends I was kind and I didn’t say anything bad all I did was double text which I guess can be annoying but like can we be for real annons are so much worse and I might as well delete this platform because I can’t even make friends only yearn and I don’t even feel safe posting my true likes because people will find that unfriendly and unwelcoming which I don’t want I just want people to talk to people I can be close with why does everyone disappear why doesn’t anyone communicate I’m so done why. Why. Why.

As the popular game of “blackjack” says…

Hit me

Please

Gross fucking filthy little plaything wants to play? You want me to play with you? You think you're worthy enough for me to touch you, you fucking slut? You're such a disgusting fucking thing. You're just a thing. You're not a person with wants, you're my fucking toy. You're my fleshlight. You're my footstool. You're my breeding toy

It seemed pretty innocuous at first. Just a little piece of plastic with a button on it - when pressed, a rather satisfying click was made.

(clicker training, assumes feminine sub, also bondage + pet play. enjoy~)

You'd always loved the idea of pet play, and what we'd done before was generally more than enough, but you - and even I - longed for something a bit deeper in it. That's where the idea of clicker training even started, but your doubts if it would work held even as I held the trinket in my hand.

Click.

"One for positive stimuli." I say as I rub your head a bit - an easy reach with you kneeling before me, nothing but your collar to adorn you.

Click click.

"Two for pet mode." I add as I begin to buckle your collar around your neck, caressing your face as I do.

You nod - good pets don't talk unless commanded, of course.

"Speak." I say, and with your mind intending, you bark for me.

"Good girl." I coo, kissing your neck. As my lips make contact -

Click.

Your body shivers with my kiss - I'm no stranger to finding your most sensitive areas. I draw back, only a slight bit, and lightly tilt your chin up toward me. I draw in again to kiss your lips, deeply but with some restraint.

Click.

More kisses, slowly plotting a trail down your body.

Your chin.

Click.

Your neck.

Click.

Your chest.

Click.

A brief pause.

"How are you feeling?" I whisper, both to tease and check on you.

"...Good. Green." you finally stammer in response.

My tongue begins to circle around your left nipple shortly after. You anticipate a click, but none comes, and soon the stimulus is enough to distract y-

Click.

I bite your nipple, with just the slightest pull, right as I click you, sending a wave of pleasure over your body. Instinctively, you go to grab my head, but your hands just squirm in your cuffs. As I release you, the euphoria lingers on your sensitive chest, then glides across with my tongue to the other side. Circling around your nipple, just barely teasing it.

You again try to predict when it will come. You're not hoping to spoil the fun, it's just your nature. Time keeps passing in circles, circles around your areola, until I finally retract my tongue.

"Mmm?" you whimper with curiosity. My head rises to level with yours, drawing close to your ear to whisper.

Click in one ear.

"Good girl." in the other.

You shiver with pleasure from the stereoscopic affirmation.

I take you by the ring on your collar, and slowly bring you to your feet.

"Do you want more?" I ask you pointedly - part tease and part communique again.

"Yes, mistress."

Click.

After a few minutes of prep, I ease you down by your leash to bend over the bed, presenting your lovely butt to me. Just as my finger begins to prepare you for me, you hear it again.

Click.

It rubs lightly over your entrance before pressing into you.

Click.

A whiny moan escapes your lips without you noticing. Slowly, in and out, my finger prepares you while just barely teasing your g-spot. After a few moments, I withdraw, and the emptiness leaves you wanting.

A few quick kisses to your thighs, and to your cheeks, just to tease you more and more in preparation for the main event. An unexpected bite on your thigh causes you to gasp and kick a bit with pleasure, right as -

Click.

A few more kisses later, you finally feel nothing but my eager hands rubbing over you, until you feel my cock teasing at your hole.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, my goddess."

Click.

Right as I slowly push myself into you. Inch by inch, I continue until I've filled you completely, brushing pleasure over your g-spot. After the process, I remove myself just as slowly, leaving you wanting again.

Click.

As I push in again, with more passion this time. Your knees go weak - they never seem to give out this early. Something is different. I pull out again.

Click.

As I insert into your ass one last time, now with restraint obviously falling away. In and out, with plenty variation in tempo and depth, with love and ferocity. Pleasure rapidly begins to boil over you until you can't stop yourself from requesting;

"May I cum, my goddess?"

"You may."

Click.

Regardless of the answer to your request, the clicker's chirp pushed you over the edge without your control, cumming without so much as a kiss in the front.