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@gentle-sadist2
New blog, same shadow.
41, calm voice, sharp mind
Name: says enough
Location: cold, rainy, fucked up
Blog: not made for the masses
18+ only or I’ll block you.
I see more than I say.
Ask, if you must. I don’t chase.
Backup-Account
Your panties in my hand, my cock hard, my mind full of you, and not one decent thought left pretending it still belongs here.
I love intelligent girls. Girls who read too much, think too much, analyze every little feeling like it’s a thesis. It makes it so much hotter when all of that disappears the second they’re being used properly, mouth open, eyes empty, suddenly too dumb to remember what they were pretending to be.
a romance between a girl who craves guidance and a man who never leaves her guessing
Anal training stops being training when the slut starts needing it. That is the embarrassing part. Not the begging, not the shaking, not the little ruined noises. The moment their body starts opening up like it remembers who uses it.
Running is not going to save you. Hiding behind a tree is not going to save you. The moment I find you, your wrists are mine, your body is mine, and your soaking wet pussy will be the only honest thing about you.
You can always tell when a girl is used to carrying everything alone. She apologizes for needing comfort.
The trick is to stay curious longer than fear can keep you still. Fear always sounds reasonable when it wants to make a cage feel safe. Ask one more question. Take one more step. That is usually where the old version of you starts dying.
I like to turn you on in public, watching your needy little face while you try to fight me, but at the end, you can’t avoid the way your body reacts and still act innocent like nothing happened.
Can i message you ? I need advice on something and I dont wanna type it all here
Interesting. Do I just look like someone people confess things to?
What’s your favorite kind of mask to wear? Just curious.
The one that makes people think they’ve figured me out.
rub me through my jeans until both of us know you are not just teasing anymore. Keep looking innocent while your palm keeps getting slower, firmer, worse. I want to see the exact second you stop pretending you can wait. Open my jeans, take my cock out, feel how hard you made me, and let that make you even needier. Stroke it with your little hand, lick around the tip, taste the precum, spit on it, smear it down my shaft, then suck me like your self-control died quietly beside your friends.
There is a moment where shame stops looking like shame and starts looking like need. That is the moment I want from you. Eyes glossy, lips parted, hips shaking, body soaked, realizing your little good girl mask was never purity. It was fear of being found out.
