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30s - Just need somewhere to keep the things I like to read 😇 She/her Bi

[superior-vampire-sir]

Throat training a girl every day until she learns she likes choking on cock more than she likes breathing

[myescape-mydesires]

CNC because choices overwhelm me. 💞

[girlghostsposts]

Always looking for the next person who can make my choices for me

[sensual1sat1on]

[sensual1sat1on]

😏

[girlghostsposts]

This is the only rule I actually need. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I don’t want explanations. I don’t want choices.

[s0ftgirlsapphic-deactivated2025]

i’m a very polite girl, i’ll always say my please’s and thank you’s after getting fucked to the point of exhaustion

[sensual1sat1on]

[girlghostsposts]

I want the kind of game where I only find out the rules by breaking them

[dykenameddog]

being turned on makes me kinda stupid, you should take advantage of that

[femmeprincessposts]

i love scrolling tumblr in situations where i can't touch myself because the desperation that builds up is so damn good. my hips starting to move of their own accord, my pussy clenching around nothing. it's delicious torture and almost addictive, i need it so bad

[girlghostsposts]

Me on a 3 hour train yesterday.

Then I finally get privacy in a hotel room and someone messages instructing me that there are many humiliating tasks I need to complete before I can properly touch my clit 😭😭

A very fun day though

[mommyisssuess]

you think I’m pretty now but you haven’t seen me on my knees looking up at you with my hair in your fist

[girlghostsposts]

And you also haven’t seen me when I’m already shaking and still trying so hard to stay good for you, eyes wet, mouth open, waiting for whatever you decide to put in it next

[sensual1sat1on]

[y0uaremyfor3ver]

[strawb3rry-princ3sss]

where’s my daddy at?

[girlghostsposts]

It might be the wrong choice but I’ve turned on anonymous asks

[whinysushi]

Overstimulating me to the point it doesn't feel pleasurable to me anymore but still forcing more and more orgasms out of my struggling body until I can only blink up to you with empty eyes, finally reaching the blissful state of a brainless fuckdoll

[corruptedbyhim]

Who's my messy girl?

Look at you. Legs shaking, thighs soaked, that greedy little cunt just won't quit. I barely have to move and another gush spills out of you and runs down my cock. Five minutes in and the sheets are done.

Who's my messy girl?

Come here. Take it deeper. There you go. Clenching up again. I can feel it before you can. Tight around my cock and then. Fuck. Another flood. Splashes on my chest. Runs down your thighs. Drips off the bed.

Who's my messy girl?

Look at me. Eyes up here. Turn your head and open that mouth. Drool on it. Get it wetter. I'll push the head against your tongue so you can suck me clean like a good little slut. Taste yourself on me. Then I'll slap my cock on your clit and drive it back in and watch your eyes roll when the next one hits.

Who's my messy girl?

Say it. Say it while you're shaking. Pull out and watch it pour down. Smear it around with the head of my cock. Make you shine. Then slide back in. Deeper this time. Give me more then give me another. There it is. There it is. Good girl. Say it with me.

Who's my messy girl?

You are.

[girlghostsposts]

I want to be told when I’m allowed to breathe.

We both know the rules: if I gasp before you say I can, you’ll slap my tits hard enough to make them sting for hours. So when you say “hold,” I lock my lungs immediately.

It starts short. Five seconds. Ten. I can still manage.

Then you stretch it. Fifteen. Twenty. My head starts swimming and the room tilts but I stay sealed because you start to make promises that I crave: hold long enough and you’ll kiss me, touch my clit, maybe even let me cum. And I know from past experience the punishment is brutal, not a playful slap. A long session of torture to one of my most sensitive parts.

I don’t know how many seconds we’re at. I’m shaking, vision going grey at the edges, chest on fire, still not breathing.

You start rubbing my clit while I’m still holding, slow and mean, watching me fight not to break. You let me feel the pleasure but you don’t let me breathe.

You keep going past the point I can stand it on purpose. We both know you want to hurt me, you’re waiting for the exact second my body betrays me and I gasp.

The second the air tears back into my lungs you don’t just slap me once. You pin me down and start a slow, methodical spanking and marking of my tits

[girlghostsposts]

I like when sex is confusing for me. I don’t know what’s coming or what’s expected except to follow the last instruction I was given.

Explicit instructions like edge until I’m swollen and leaking, then stop completely. No cumming, not even close, even though you promised I could.

You make me climb onto a dildo and ride it exactly how you instructed Then you choke me and call me a greedy little slut for trying to grind for more, even though that’s what you told me to do. I don’t understand why I’m not allowed to cum yet but rules are rules and I continue to bounce and take it properly for your amusement and praise.

You tell me I’m allowed to touch my clit “just a little,” then the second my fingers move, you grab my wrist, call me a desperate whore and make me hold my elbows behind my back while you push yourself inside me.

You tell me I can cum if I hold eye contact… and then refuse to look at me.

Anything for your praise. So proud of how obedient I am, doing exactly what you want. Anything to make you proud. I don’t need to understand it. I don’t want to understand it.

[girlghostsposts]

All I want is the kind of control where you text me in the middle of the day giving me an instruction. And I follow it blindly because it makes me drip to be your brainless good girl.

I fantasize about you telling me to walk to the nearest bathroom, don’t lock the door, and sit on the toilet with my legs spread. No touching, just sitting there thinking about how empty I am and how easily someone could walk in and use me. Stay that way until I’m told otherwise.

Often, you’ll demand I take a photo of what I’m wearing right now and send it, because you want to know what your property looks like today, then insist I change and I don’t even think before blindly complying.

A message pops up saying I’m not allowed to cross my legs no matter where I am, keeping them slightly open so I can’t stop thinking about how exposed that makes me, and I’m left a leaky mess for the rest of the day.

You don’t have to be with me to take control of my body