counting2xero

just here 2 read , nothing mor .

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

overstimulating you until you're hiccupping through your sobs and your whole body is shaking and you've completely forgotten what it felt like before i started. fingers working fast and deep. "that's it." watching you clench and cry and grind against my hand all at once. "cry harder for me. i want to see all of it." feeling you sob. feeling you get wetter from the praise. "look at this." not stopping. not even slowing. "your body loves this. even now. even like this." pressing deeper. watching your eyes roll back. "such a good girl. give me one more."

[micchyroo]

You in my lap. Back to me with one of my hands clasped around your throat and the other rocking your hips. She’s kneeling between my legs, lapping at that pretty clit of yours while you take my strap like the greedy little slut you are. You come undone for us so well. Make such a lovely mess of her neck and my thighs.

“That’s it, baby. Sing for us. You sound so pretty when you cum.”

Our perfect little plaything. No no, don’t try to get up. We’re not done with you yet.

[micchyroo]

Slip into bed between your thighs because you fell asleep prone with nothing on and asked me to kiss you awake when I got home… but didn’t say where you wanted my kisses. Long, slow strokes with my tongue flat, tasting all of you at once. Finish each pass by closing my lips around your clit and gently sucking. Take my time appreciating your sweet slick because you haven’t stirred and this is my favorite place to be. Even when you aren’t begging.

Notice when your breath changes and adjust my pace to match. Faster but softer. Light as a feather. You whine. Your fingers lace slowly into my hair, “please, baby. Pleeease, please, please.” I know what you need. Plunge my fingers into your soaking cunt while you clench and unclench. So tight for me. Feel your softness encase me and I moan into you. You feel so good like this.

You’re wide awake now, grinding into my mouth and thrusting around my hand. You begin to moan softly at first. Then louder. You tighten until I think you’ll break my fingers. The howl that escapes you when I press another finger in and pump faster. Harder. It’s primal. You make me so fucking wet that my thighs are dripping. But you’re splashing. Filling my palm like a chalice. Your hips leave the mattress spilling rivulets down my arm.

I pulse steady into you as I climb up to kiss you. Start to wipe you off my chin but you reach for me, lift yourself by the back of my neck and kiss me deep. Hungry for your own taste on my tongue. Moan into my mouth as you cum. Your legs close around me. You’re quaking and clawing and crying out, “I’m cumming, oh fuck oh fuuuuck.”

“I know baby, you’re doing so well for me. So pretty when you cum for me. You’re so fucking perfect.” But I don’t stop. I’m not done with you yet.

“Now do it again..”

[masochistbruise]

sleepy, hazy sex with a femme that can hardly keep her eyes open while i’m completely wide awake. groping her however i wish, slotting my hands between her thighs and prying them open just the slightest bit. hiking her nightgown up while my other is grazing against her nipple. getting her so wet that even if she wanted to fight me off, she wouldn’t have the strength to do it. because why wouldn’t she want to get off, right? she was just so close. surely even if she did wake up fully, she wouldn’t have the strength nor the want to push me off.

coaxing her with gentle words, little mumbles of “go back to sleep, sweetheart,” and “daddy’s just trying to make you feel good. you know that, right?”

easier to brainwash girls when they’re barely even there to begin with. reduced to nothing but hazy little fleshlights.

[morbidblooduse]

you spent all day telling me how needy you were, how much you wanted my hands on you, and now you think that just because you're tired, you get to curl up in bed and forget how much of a fucking tease you've been?

i thought you were meant to be smart, baby, you know that's not what happens when you run that pretty little mouth at me.

"you poor thing, whatever will i do with you this time?"

maybe i'll tie you up, keep you on edge for hours, deny you over and over again for every filthy thing you said while we were out. i counted, you'd be fucking ruined by the time we're done.

or maybe i'll have you across my lap instead, handprints engraved into the skin on your ass for days after. one spank for every perverted thought that crossed your mind. god just imagine it, you'd be so sore, probably struggle with the simple of act of just sitting down.

so many possibilities on how i can use you, tease you like how you've teased me. it's a good thing i've got all night to figure it out. i know what's going through that head of yours though, what happens if you fall asleep, right?

now you know that won't stop me, and i know how much you like being taken advantage of when you're out of it. the little sighs you let out when i trace my fingertips over your skin, the hitching of your breath when i start kissing down your neck, the way you subconsciously grind yourself back onto me.

don't you ever wonder why you're that wet when you wake up, why it feels like you've been stretched open in your sleep? i think you know deep down that i turn you into some kind of pliant little toy, and i also know that's why you like it so much. knowing that i could do anything to you always has you acting fucking depraved.

[masochistbruise]

taking a pretty femme out to dinner, buying us a bottle of champagne to drink together. holding back on my indulgences, taking slow and steady sips and encouraging her to drink more. praising her as she downs glass after glass.

slipping in an “atta girl, look at you. you aren’t even phased,” as she downs her fourth. watching as her cheeks flush red, skin practically bubbling with want as alcohol finds its way down to her cunt. sliding my hands underneath her dress, caressing places she’d be too embarrassed to let me touch in public if she was sober.

maybe i’d take her to the bathroom before dinner even rolled around, counting down the minutes that i’d have to make her cum before our food was expected to reach our table. maybe, i’d fuck her right there. pull her panties to the side and indulge myself exactly how i’ve wanted to the whole day.

i’d fuck my fingers into her when she was least expecting it, take advantage of my pretty girl when she was all empty headed and needy, have her so tipsy that the only thing her mind can focus on is one thing:

me.

[maturemoans]

i sit back on the edge of the bed, legs parted just enough, still fully dressed. i glance at the clock on the nightstand and begin a timer in my head.

“five minutes,” i tell her, my voice even and warm. “that’s all you get. mouth and words only. no hands. make mommy wet, and i’ll decide what happens to you next. fail… and you spend the entire night edged, plugged, and denied. understand?”

she nods, already on her knees between my thighs. i can see the flush climbing her chest.

“clock starts now.”

she leans in like she’s starving. soft lips first, open-mouthed kisses along the skin of my inner thigh, then higher, nosing against the fabric of my underwear. her breath is hot. she starts talking between kisses, voice low and shaky.

“please, mommy… let me taste you. i’ve been thinking about it all day. how you smell. how you get so wet when i do this right. please let me make you drip for me...”

i stay still. one hand rests lightly on the back of her head, not guiding, just present. she feels the weight of it and works harder.

she mouths over my clit through the thin cotton, slow and deliberate, tongue pressing firm. i feel the first spark of heat land low in my stomach. she keeps talking against me, words muffled and desperate.

“you’re already getting warmer… i can feel it. let me in. please. i’ll be so good. i’ll lick you exactly how you like until you’re soaked through.”

she pulls the fabric aside with her teeth so she can finally get her tongue on bare skin. the first real stroke of her tongue makes my breath hitch just once. sharp.

she moans against me like the sound alone might push me over, licking deeper, flatter, then focused right where i’m most sensitive. her words turn messier.

“please get wet for me. please. i need it. need to feel you cum on my tongue. need you to use me after. please, mommy.”

the time counts down in my head. she’s good. she’s always been good with her mouth when she’s this needy. i feel myself getting slicker under her tongue, the unmistakable slide of arousal. she feels it too and makes a soft, triumphant sound that vibrates against me.

when the five minutes are up i gently push her back by the forehead. her lips are shiny. her eyes are dark and hopeful.

i look down at her for a long moment, then reach between my own legs and swipe two fingers through the wetness she worked so hard for. i hold them up so she can see the evidence, then i press them against her lower lip.

“open.”

she does. i paint the slick across her tongue.

“you did it, little one. good girl.”

her whole body softens with relief. i smile, slow and certain. visibly proud for a moment before my eyes turn predatory.

“but you still get used exactly how i want. clothes off. ass up. mouth open. mommy’s going to take her time with what’s hers now.”

[prettydesireee]

“be a good girl and take it, baby”

“come on, i know you can, angel”

“ohh, look at the fucking mess you made”

“such a needy girl, aren’t you?”

“just let me touch you, sweetheart”

“stop holding back, let me hear you”

[dykedysphemism]

i wanna use a girl who usually is the dominant one. wanna make her beg for me to make her cum over and over again with my strap, until she’s dumb and docile and can’t even form words anymore. wanna shove my fingers into her mouth, watch her gag and telling her how pretty she looks, all stupid and whored out for me, how no one will believe such a nonchalant girl is taking my strap soo good, how she’s made to be my pretty little toy and enjoy how embarrassed she looks while she lets me take control of everything she does.

[kerrry444]

first date idea: sucking the strap while she's playing a game but every time she loses she roughly grabs me and fucks my throat, then holds my head down gagging me until the game restarts

[wlwyearningsblog]

Mommy’s desperate girl.

The whole day felt long. I kept glancing at her during the day.

At breakfast I “accidentally” brushed against her arm when reaching for coffee. At lunch sat too close on purpose. Dinner dragged on. Every bite tasted like nothing because all I could think about was her.

I sidled up to where she sat reading in the living room and pressed myself against her side, cheek nuzzling into her shoulder like a cat begging for pets.

She didn’t push me away, but she also didn’t immediately react the way I hoped. Still focused on her book, turning pages like my neediness was just background noise.

That stung. So I got bolder. My arms slid around her waist, squeezing gently as I buried my face in her neck. A test would she finally look at me?

After a few seconds of that - no reaction, I huffed quietly. Then, with zero subtlety, I pressed an open-mouthed kiss right below her ear. Finally her eyes flicked down to meet mine, and for the first time all day she smiled that small, knowing smile she gets when she realizes exactly what I want...

The book clicked shut. She set it aside slowly, deliberately and turned her full body toward me. One hand lifted to cup my cheek, thumb brushing over skin.

“You’ve been quiet all day” she murmured… and oh god that tone. She knew I’d been craving her touch for hours.

Before I could even answer or beg the other hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back. Her lips hovered inches from mine. I closed the distance, crashing my mouth against hers in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and relief.

I melted completely against her, hands fisting in the fabric of her shirt like I could fuse us together if I held on tight enough. The kiss grows heated, and without breaking it, I shift straddling her lap fully now. My thighs bracket hers as the need becomes unbearable.

"Mommy... please” a shaky plea. "Touch me… please touch me..". She doesn’t answer with words, her hands slide down my sides slowly… then lower, tracing the curve of my hips.

Her fingertips brush over the waistband of my pants, teasing but she doesn’t go further. Not unless I ask properly. And I know exactly what she expects.

“Please”, I gasp again, arching into her touch. “Please Mommy… touch me there. Please let your fingers-“. My voice cracks, begging has never felt so desperate.

She finally reacts - her palm slides down to press flat against my lower stomach, right above where I really want her.

“Like this?" she asks quietly making me say it. I nod frantically, cheeks flushed, before finding words: “Yes… please Mommy”. Then, because she loves hearing it I add: “I’m yours, I need you”.

Her hand slips lower… fingertips hooking under the waistband of my pants. The fabric slides down slowly not rushed at all. She takes her time, watching my face as she reveals skin inch by inch.

“You’ve been such a good girl today” she murmurs, "So patient… waiting for me”.

The moment her fingertips graze my bare skin, I gasp already soaked, sensitive from hours of pent-up need. The second she makes contact with my clit through panties I grind down instantly - chasing friction.

She hums in approval, feeling how wet I am even through the fabric. Her fingers press harder now, circling with just the right amount of pressure. “Someone’s desperate” she teases.

The second her thumb makes direct contact, a loud whine tears from my throat unfiltered and shameless. I’m so sensitive after holding back all day that even the lightest touch feels overwhelming.

Her voice drops to that low, commanding purr: “Tell me what you need” firm. Making sure I say it out loud, begging properly before she lets me come...

I writhe in her lap, hips bucking involuntarily, chasing the friction but never getting quite enough. My breath comes in short, punched-out gasps.

“Mommy- I need-” Words fail for a second, overwhelmed by how close I already am. Then finally: “Please let me come” I whimper, pressing my forehead to hers as tears prickle at the corners of eyes.

She loves seeing me like this: a trembling, begging mess in her lap. But she doesn’t give in immediately.

“One more time” she murmurs, thumb pausing its circles. “Say it properly for Mommy." The kind of tone that makes my stomach flip because I know she won’t relent until I perform perfectly.

I swallow hard, lips trembling as I force the words out-clear and pleading: “Mommy, please... let me come. Please.. pretty please! I need it so bad-”. My voice cracks on the last word. “You can, my girl” she says calmly and watches me fall apart in her arms

[angelflowerss]

nooo please don’t touch me in front of ur friends… nooo don’t tell me to be quiet and take it…. noooo don’t tell me they should see how much of a whining drooling mess i get when u touch me… noooo hahaha that would be so weird….

wlw post. men & minors dni.

[wlwyearningsblog]

Quiet obedience.

I sit cross-legged on the bed, she’s already kneeling in front of me. I reach out slowly… two fingers extended toward her lips.

“Open” I say with that steady calm tone she knows means no arguing. She obeys instantly - those pretty lips part for me without question.

My fingertips press gently against them, then slide into warm mouth. "Good girl”. My fingers withdraw from her mouth, glistening slightly. I trail them down, slowly tracing the curve of her jaw, then her throat letting the anticipation build.

Then finally… I press those damp fingertips to the entrance of her pussy, not pushing in yet. Just resting there possessively as eyes lock onto hers: “Breathe for me”. A soft command while I’m letting her body adjust naturally under my watchful gaze.

She whimpers - a tiny sound of frustration or longing and I smile faintly. “Patience”, I murmur gently.

She bites her lip, then finally whispers: “Please... Mommy”. So sweet and needy, It makes my chest tighten.

I tilt my head slightly, studying those pleading eyes, before slowly pushing one finger inside just an inch to test how wet she already is for me...

Her breath hitches as I sink the first finger deeper slowly, watching her face for every flicker of pleasure or hesitation. She exhales a shaky: “Mommy..." more plea than a word.

I add a second finger carefully, stretching her gradually with gentle curls. She squirms slightly because it’s too much, yet not enough all at once and I hum: “You’re doing so well” rewarding that quiet obedience.

Her hips twitch upward instinctively begging silently for more friction, more depth, but I hold my fingers still.

“Ask properly” I say softly, tilting her chin up with my free hand. My thumb brushes her cheek as I wait.

She whines first, then finally: “Please… Mommy. Please move your fingers. Please touch me right”. So polite in begging it almost makes me melt.

I finally start moving my fingers properly. Slow, deep thrusts now each one curling just right inside her. Her back arches off the bed silently, she doesn’t dare make noise without permission. But her eyes wide and glazed, staring up at me like I’m everything.

I lean down, capturing those pretty lips in another kiss while pumping faster. The rhythm shifts suddenly - I speed up my fingers, thrusting deeper and faster now. “Look at me” I order and she obeys instantly, eyes locking onto mine.

My thumb finds her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with each finger-pump, exactly how I know she needs it.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps, body tensing like a coiled spring. That’s when I lean down close to whisper against lips: "Come for Mommy”.

Her body obeys before her mind even processes it - back bowing off the bed as she shatters. A silent scream parts her lips, eyes squeezed shut for a second before fluttering open again to stare at me - dazed and overwhelmed.

I don’t stop my fingers, not yet. I ride out every pulse of her pleasure, slowing gradually. My thumb gentles on clit, soothing now.

A soft kiss lands on sweaty forehead when she finally goes limp beneath me utterly spent but safe in my arms.

[anotherprettyfemme]

the air was thick, different..when it was just us. charged.

i’d always admired the way you carried yourself. shoulders squared, jaw tight..leaving no room for argument. gaze unwavering and your control, absolute.

i lived for it. the sharp pleasure of obedience. i did well with your commands (usually), letting you use me as you pleased. dripping from just the thought of your hands on me.

maybe that was why i wasn’t sure what had come over me? not really. but there i was, propped perfectly on my knees between your thighs, forehead pressed gently against you..i could feel your gaze on me through the mirror, tracing the curve of my spine.

“let me..” i breathed, pressing a kiss to the soft flesh there and i felt your hand pause at the nape of my neck, curled around my hair, “let me take care of you..just for tonight?” i could feel you stiffen, and the silence stretched. i didn’t want to be in charge, i wanted to worship you, watch you unravel underneath me on the same strap you had buried inside me time and again. i wanted you to enjoy it. and you trusted me, i knew that.

but this..this was new. relinquishing that control? the complete opposite of everything you stood for. and yet, you hadn’t refused.

the transformation was slow, meticulous.

your eyes watched me, i moved with a different kind of authority, one born of devotion. not dominance. infinitely gentle..reverent almost, as my fingers traced your body. something i’d seen a hundred times yet still rendered me speechless.

i had to focus, this was for you. i chose carefully, a clear silicone toy, one i had an affinity for. i loved the way it looked buried inside myself. and i heard your breath hitch, not fear..the quiet shock of something dangerously close to surrender.

“you’re still in charge,” i reminded you softly, blinking up to meet your gaze. “your word goes..it’s just my hands..and they belong to you” i promised.

you nodded, slow. which was exactly how i started. laying you on the bed, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses on your warm skin. trying desperately to keep pace, i wanted to worship you, my needs could wait, watching the tension finally begin to melt from your shoulders, eyelids half lidded and i hadn’t even stretched you out yet. i could almost see it, the usual unwavering gaze clouding over..fingers curled into the bedsheets.

“ready?” i asked, and you sucked in a sharp breath, a single nod “yeah, bunny.” bottom lip pulled tight between your teeth and i bit back a soft knowing smile.

“mommy?” i hummed gently. testing the strap by pressing it against your clit, brushing between your folds and you gasped..back arching off the bed and i watched in awe.

“yes? o-oh fuck, bunny.” your usual tone now hanging on by a thread, and i could feel myself, slick and dripping down my thighs.

“just breathe” i whispered, the same order you gave me when you stretched me out. and you did. at the same time i pressed the toy inside, hips moving slowly. god you looked lovely.

i paused for a moment, nearly bottomed out inside you. waiting. focusing on my breathing, i wanted you to enjoy every minute.

“move, bunny” you commanded, and i swallowed. hips rocking back when i heard it “please”

fuck.

i found the rhythm quickly, slow..steady. and the stoic mask shattered into something breathtaking. your back arched when i pushed inside, lips parted..not with orders but shattered, bits and pieces muffled into my shoulder.

my thighs burned and my clit throbbed, but i didn’t stop..instead relishing in every sound that spilled from your lips. the way your body seemed to unconsciously push back against me, like you wanted more.

“f-fuck im close,” your voice breathy, nipples hard and pressed against my own while you gripped my hips, digging your nails into the soft flesh there to pull me as deep as i could to.

“cum for me mommy, please” i begged, even now..you were in charge. i wanted to please you. always.

my hand came down, circling your clit, watching the way my strap slipped so easily in and out, coated with you. so close, i knew those pretty noises, but these were different, not bad. just, trusting. trusting me to guide you through it, to let me take care of you.

you clenched around it, my fingers slick with you when your back arched again..head pressed beautifully into the pillows and lashes laid on your cheeks.

“fuck..fuck bunny im-“ you moaned, and i didn’t stop, only slowing when your body went lax underneath me, legs shaking softly as your breathing returned to normal.

i leaned down, toy still buried inside you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“you did so good for me, mommy. thank you” i whispered, smiling against your lips. “for trusting me,” i breathed. bringing my fingers, slick with your cum up to my lips, to taste you.

[whitefeatherhawktailbutch]

putting my fingers all the way to the back of her throat and telling her that’s where I’m going to put my cock.

[sweetkittengirl]

want to have my pussy checked many times a day... being told to spread my legs and pull my panties to the side... having my clit rubbed if I'm not wet enough, maybe fingered for a bit until it's enough to make my panties sticky and having to go back to my routine... no matter where I am or what I'm doing, just want to have my pussy touched...

[angels1ut]

you look so good in my t-shirt and those panties. do you mind if i just lie between your legs and rest my head on your thigh? i just really want to feel your skin right now. thank you, baby.

i know i said i’d just lie here, but your shirt is riding up and i can’t focus. i hope it’s ok if i take the fabric between my teeth and pull it up a bit further so that i can kiss my way down your stomach, stopping right above those cute panties. i wouldn’t want to work you up, i promised i’d be good.

oh, you sound so sweet when you breathe like that, angel.. i know i’m meant to be still but i can’t help myself. your thighs are so soft, so bare. i need to see them marked up. i’ll be gentle, just ignore me, darling.

fuck, i can smell you, baby. are you wet? yeah? you need more? oh, you poor thing. i’m gonna kiss you over your panties till i can taste you dripping through the fabric, then i’ll consider giving you a little more. i know it’s frustrating, sweetheart. but it feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?