I Act Like The Biggest Brat But One Firm Glance, And A Hand In My Hair And Oh Look, Im On The Floor In

Mmm I am craving the touch from a pretty woman

“hey i don’t bite”—the biter

what if this thing was a goddess?

still a submissive goddess, but before you could taste its divinity, you had to prove your devotion first?

you make your prayers, asking for its attention. you learn its ways, showing it your commitment. you make your sacrifices, pleasing it with your faith. you spend your time in worship, turning its gaze to yours. you perform its rituals, invoking its divinity in your life.

when this goddess accepts you as worthy of its gifts, you're invited into its inner chambers, its hallowed halls, its high heavens.

you recieve the blessings only it can deliver. it serves you as only a goddess can, turning its power to support you where your goals and its divinity aligns. as its most devoted worshipper, you're invited to explore its holy body, to feel its curves, to enjoy its holes, to know its heart, to learn its reactions to pain.

once you're held in its embrace, there's still a remaining question: will you remain a faithful devotee, or begin to twist your goddess and corrupt it into something else?

when they’ve got you pinned to the bed, your thighs trembling as you desperately buck your hips, whining, “please, please, need it so bad, need you to fill me up.” they laugh low in their throat, gripping your chin to force your eyes on them. “so needy, huh? Begging to be bred like the desperate little thing you are.” they don’t stop, slamming their strap into you harder, the stretch making you sob as they lean down, biting your neck. “You’ll take every inch, won’t you? Gonna fuck you until you’re ruined, baby, until you can’t think of anything but me filling you up.” their voice dripping with mockery as you cry out, pleading for more, for everything, completely broken under their control :(

Everyone has goth sex hormones it came free with your fucking existence.

Who do I gotta find and/or pay for someone, anyone, to physically turn my flesh suit of a body into a mechanical drone?

You can have my memories, what's left of my soul, my mind

Just need to not be constantly fighting myself physically and mentally to exist

Plus I would look so much hotter as mysel

no one's doing somnophillia anymore

because of woke

I bite the hand that feeds me, I suck the cock that breeds me

You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?

Can I nuzzle your bulge and sniff it but not in a horny way I just really want to be close to you