just cleaned my house, painted my nails, lit a candle, and then made myself cum so hard that i got dizzy. life IS good.

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just cleaned my house, painted my nails, lit a candle, and then made myself cum so hard that i got dizzy. life IS good.
night.
because if it was a good night, my butch’s fingers would be down my throat.
Imagine: You go to Yelena Belova's office for a meeting with her, but it turns out to be a jacuzzi. She's naked in the water, and demands you take off your clothes and get in.
This is not a fanfiction, but a real thing that happened to my good friend Peter Parker. And it should have been me.
closing my mouth after getting overstimulated, only for her to plug my nose until I open it again.
“there you are…focus baby. mommy wants to see your tongue”
“yeah, thats it, good girl…whose pretty tongue is that?”
i’m having a game night with her. during the first game, she smiles and says, “if i win, you clean the house. if you win, i’ll clean.” when the game ends, it’s obvious that she’s won. now i’m cleaning her house in the slutty little outfit she picked out for me. after what feels like hours, i finally finish. with a satisfied sigh, i look up—only to find her sitting at the table i just cleaned, already watching me. “oh, honey…” she says with a soft smile. “i think you missed a spot.” she points to the edge of the table. i roll my eyes but reach for the rag anyway. before i can pick it up, she gently catches my wrist. “i think you’ve used that rag plenty, darling… don’t you?” heat rushes to my face as she pulls me closer. she studies me for a moment, then slowly lifts the hem of my skirt with a teasing smile. “hmm…” she hums. “your panties are still clean. use them.” i reach to take them off, but she stops me with a quiet laugh. “keep them on.” my face burns brighter as she watches my embarrassed expression with obvious amusement. “go ahead, darling.” i swallow hard before pressing myself against the edge of the table and slowly grinding my hips. i glance back over my shoulder. “…like this, mommy?” a pleased smile spreads across her face. “there you go, sweetheart.” my wetness seeps through my panties as i hump the edge of the table for her. “fuck… now it’s really dirty,” she murmurs with an amused smile, swiping a finger through the dampness i’ve left behind. she holds her hand up for me to see before her eyes meet mine again. “use your pretty little tongue to clean it up.” i hesitate, my cheeks burning as i look back at her. she simply smiles, resting a hand against the back of my head and slowly guiding me down toward the table. “go on, baby…” she whispers. “you’re doing so well.”
my god
want to be decorated with bruises
Pet names turn my brain to mush, especially if you use them over and over
late night cuddles that turn into a lazy fingering session
sometimes people will make you feel stupid for being kind. this makes it hard to stay kind. it is important that you do anyway. if you have become unkind, it is important to remember that you can become kind again. it's a skill, not an inherent trait.
being used after a long day,
brainlessly sucking their thumb, too tired to react to the overstimulation.
ok thx
everytime I’m reminded that men will straight up complain about how pussy smells and there’s a whole industry around women buying products trying to cure it like some kind of disease it Goes in the evidence pile towards heterosexuality being some kind of obligation based death cult wherein each side despises one another truly and deeply . What I wanted to post is I would huff pussy smell out of a paper bag in a back alley like it’s paint fumes but the thought went elsewhere
highkey want to be clicker trained
''tell me who owns you.''
''now now... is my puppy being greedy?''
''use your words, stupid mutt.''
''yeah? mhm?''
''hold it in a little longer for me.''
''cmon, suck on my fingers for me.''
''cmon puppy, come get your treat.''
Come and grind on my boot like a mindless little bunny and after you finish, you can get down and lick your mess off.
The concept of being stressed, bitching and giving your butch attitude and instead of getting mad they fuck you gently to calm you down cause they know exactly what you need.
clicker training, dumbification, pet play, walmart deli food, vintage jewelry boxes, and funky shoes. thanks for coming.