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Okay they're literally cute so I think it's worth the risk
She really knows my submissive nature
OM
guy who enjoys german class a little too much: ancient slavs had words of power they used to shout mountains apart
girl who collects crystals: that's actually true as fuck
70 year old professor who sometimes calls students "comrade": faggotry is actually good, I don't have a problem with faggotry, Aristotle was a faggot, Caesar was a faggot...
guy behind me: YOOOOO check it out (pulls up beheading video on a chechen telegram previously unknown to mankind)
Professor: ...Galileo was a faggot, I think Napoleon was a faggot, Comrade Tito probably wasn't a faggot but...
can I lick your collar bone? as friends
release me you bastard i am not a yummy gyoza dumpling
my princess only lets me take my gloves off for her. at all other times I must wear them, saving my flesh for her eyes and touch alone. I feel near to naked even with only my leather when my gauntlets are off, lest I am sequestered with her, and even (or especially) then, to feel revealed in that way is maddening.
"these," she tells me, trailing a delicate fingertip along the ridged hinge of my gauntlet's knuckle, "are the hands of the kingdom, the deliverers of god's will."
then she slowly unbinds and releases me from them, a task so unbecoming of her own silk-soft hands, the duty of a squire carried out by her highness—and with such grace, such unhurried dally, as if she is savouring me.
"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."
in a hotel room very cautiously removing my clothing slowly and constantly looking around the room shifty and scared as fuck anticipating attacks while a beautiful pair of women sitting side by side on the bed in matching lingerie excitedly but restrained with carefully lowered vioices cheer me on. they say Yes thats it thats how sex works! youre doing it right yeah! youve got it keep going! and im finally down to a sports bra and one tube sock when a car alarm putside startles me and i lunge for the empty handgun on the floor and put it in my mouth while they panic and scramble trying to calm me down petting my hair and cooing gently
"and i get to what, fuck the dog?" yeah girl thats exactly it
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there's nothing more adorable than a pretty girl with a praise kink.
i take her out on a date, we are sitting across each other at a restaurant. i look deep into her eyes and tell her just how flawless her makeup looks, how stunning the dress she picked is and how breathtaking her body looks in it. i watch her cheeks turn red, her laugh grows nervous, her words get more shy.
on the way home, i drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other drawing circles on her thigh. i keep feeding her little crumbs of approval: i laugh at her jokes, keep saying how funny and clever she is, how interesting i found that story she told me, how i could listen to her talk for hours. i observe how each compliment makes her muscles tense, her thighs press together.
we get to my place, i make sure she notices how i'm looking at her like i've been hunting her all evening, making sure she feels like a prey. i put my hands on her waist, pull her closer, and start whispering. i tell her just how much i crave her. how her scent is intoxicating. how i've never needed anyone the way i need her. her breathing gets more erratic, and the look in her eyes changes.
i say her body feels unbelievable as i tighten my grip, and a whimper falls from her lips.
i stuff my fingers into her mouth and tell her how good her tongue feels, then smile when i feel her starting to suck them more eagerly.
slip my hand beneath her underwear and let out a sigh when i feel how wet she already is. "such a good girl for me... getting yourself ready like this".
i slowly slide inside her and don't stop saying just how perfect she feels from inside, so warm, so tight. i let her know i am going insane with the way she's squeezing my fingers and watch how every word that leaves my mouth makes her squirm harder, whine louder, get more desperate and eager to please me, to show me how much of a good girl she really is, to make me proud to own her.
i keep making her cum again and again until her body is trembling, exhausted. her mind is completely clouded, unable to form a coherent thought. and yet, she keeps taking me like my personal little toy. she knows i'm addicted to how she sounds when she cums, and she needs to make me happy more than she needs air.
i wear her out completely, reshape her pretty little mind into my personal slut, addicted to pleasing me, addicted to the feeling of being praised by me, no desire in her mind being stronger than the one of being my good girl.