Carrie Confidential

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……your lap is my favorite place to be ❤️

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Was your submissive phase also during your bbc phase? Would love to hear more about your re-wiring. Does your husband enjoy hearing about those times?

Yes… my submissive phase absolutely overlapped with my BBC phase. That was when I really started to unravel—mentally, physically, emotionally. The control they had over me was so natural… so overwhelming. I didn’t just give in—I craved being owned. Being told what to do, how to serve, how to cum. And they were more than happy to show me. Over and over.

My husband knows I dated some Black men before him… but we’ve never truly talked about the depth of it. About how far it really went with me. How much I gave up—willingly. How much I learned about myself in those moments. He might sense it… but we’ve never said the words out loud. Sometimes I wonder what he’d do if I did.

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Kitten wants attention.

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I keep getting asked this, so…

We had dinner again.

And somehow, without either of us saying it out loud, we ended up right back where we left off—on his couch, the lights low, wine half-finished, my feet in his lap like they belonged there.

He started kissing them almost immediately.

Not shy. Not rushed.

Slow, deliberate worship.

His lips brushed along my arch like it was something precious. Then his tongue—soft, warm, tracing every inch.

When he started sucking on my toes, one at a time, he let out this quiet, needy sound that went straight between my legs.

I let my other foot drift down.

Pressed it against the bulge in his pants.

He was already hard.

I could feel the shape of him, throbbing beneath the fabric.

And I just… rubbed.

Slow at first. Gentle.

Then firmer, working him with the ball of my foot, feeling every twitch and pulse as I stroked him through his clothes.

He moaned into my toes.

His hands were gripping my ankle like he didn’t trust himself.

Then, breathless, he whispered:

“You better stop.”

I didn’t.

I looked at him and said quietly,

“I don’t want to. Go ahead.”

And he did.

I felt it happen—his body tensed, his hips lifted, and then he came.

Hot and helpless, right there in his pants.

I watched him unravel beneath me.

And the whole time, I never said another word.

Never touched him with my hands.

Just let him fall apart under my foot.

When it was over, he had to excuse himself to go change.

I just sat there, legs crossed, soaked between my thighs.

Not from anything he did.

But from what I did to him.

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