A Daily Occurrence

Ass to mouth on first date?

perhaps :3

i have never wanted to end my life as much as i do today

am i extremely sore from being a good pup? yes

do i intend to keep being an obedient plaything? also yes

will i regret it in a couple days? most definitely

أحتاجك إلى الأبد في حياتي

ⓘ two fingers inside her, and five around her neck.

i crave lust. i crave the feeling of being taken for a couple hours to escape the horror of reality to been taken to a world of ecstasy, pain and pleasure. to have all my fantasies and my body memorised like a readers favourite novel. the spine broken into as his hands urgently turn pages to see how each word and page flows into beautiful disaster that one could only dream of. the pages marked where all of his favourite parts are, his initial marking the the inside of the cover - he won’t share this book because he knows the sweet nectar it holds between the covers.

i want to be treated like a readers favourite novel.

i can’t stop thinking about being fucked in missionary. not just normal missionary - but having him knelt between my thighs holding me up by my knees whilst he brutally fucks me. no matter how overstimulated i am or how much i cry for him to slow down. i want to be forced to have my mind erased by the overwhelming feeling of pure ecstasy

أنا كلبة في حالة شبق

My Toy

Her breath stuttered, and she turned her face away, her cheeks flushing as much from the sting of his words as from the heat of his body pressing against hers. But he didn’t let her hide. He caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at him. “Eyes on me,” he commanded, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch but soft enough to keep her from breaking. “I want to see every little thing that happens to you.”

She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. She wasn’t sure if she could hold his gaze, but when she tried to look away again, he tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her skin just enough to make her gasp. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his voice a dangerous purr. “You’re mine tonight. Every whimper, every tear—it all belongs to me.”

Her lower lip quivered, and she nodded, her body already responding to the promise in his voice. He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that made her stomach flip. “Good girl,” he praised again, his voice softer this time, almost tender. But she knew better. She knew the tenderness was just the calm before the storm.

He released her chin, trailing his fingers down her throat, over her collarbone, and down to the hem of her shirt. He didn’t rush, didn’t tear it off her the way she half-expected him to. Instead, he took his time, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that made her feel like she was unraveling. “You’re so fucking sensitive,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already a mess.”

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. But he wasn’t having it. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Let me hear you. I want to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”

The sound that escaped her was barely more than a whimper, but it was enough to make him smile. “There we go,” he said, his voice dark with satisfaction. He tugged her shirt off, tossing it aside, and then his hands were on her again, his fingers skimming over her skin in a way that made her shiver. He paused when he reached her breasts, his fingers tracing the curve of them before he leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin in a way that made her gasp.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Every inch of you”

someone please take me out (to dinner or with a gun - i’m not fussy at this point)

“you’re doing so good for me” whilst i’m sobbing about how it hurts and i can’t take anymore

having a voice kink sucks so BAD

what do you mean i shouldn’t be turned on by pretty much everything they say?