🦌 bambi, he/they/it, 23, femme dyke! Taken x2 <333 ! Femme4all but butches / studs get my soft spot ! :3
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DNI: minor’s, cishet men, transphobes, racists, terfs, radfems, queer police, pro-ICE, religious people, anti-kink, idk if I think of more I’ll add them!
cw: stalking, following unaware reader, non-con sex, strap sucking, multiple instances of vaginal intercourse with strap and/ or fingers
thinking about a butch following me into a dark alley at night.
he'd been watching me all day from a distance, like usual-- my morning commute to work, my lunch break, my walk home-- but something about today makes him eager.
maybe its the mini skirt i decided to wear, plaid and pleated underneath my winter coat and above knee length socks, as though i could make the skirt less revealing, somehow.
maybe it's how cold it is today; the wind picking up and blowing my hair into my lip gloss and frilling my skirt up in the most teasing way. making me shiver. making him imagine how warm i'd feel to slip inside of. how empty the streets would be at night while it snows later.
so today he gets closer. bolder. follows behind me in the morning just close enough to smell my perfume on the wind and watch the goosebumps on the backs of my thighs raise. i go to the cafe i love on my lunchbreak, and god, how he wants to taste the coffee on my tongue. lick the cold foam from my lips.
he dreams about it each time he follows me there, but something about today is different. maybe it's the cold. maybe it's my new lipgloss shade. pink. glittery. sticky. stained on my cup.
so he gets behind me in line, listens to my soft, warm voice recite what i want to drink to the barista-- "grande hot dirty chai with cold foam"-- and then he orders the same one for himself. follows me outside, even sits at the table next to mine. so brave. so desperate.
when i take a sip, he takes a sip. imagines it's me he's tasting instead. and when i lick the coffee off my lips suddenly, he nearly moans. jesus.
something down the street catches my attention-- maybe it was the birds fluttering loudly in a circle or the cars making the fallen leaves spin, he wasn't paying as much attention as he usually does-- and i catch his eye. and i smile. and this time he really does moan. the subject of his fantasies for so long, (god, just me smiling at him? so pathetic) and now he's choking around his sip of coffee, sputtering. when he looks back up after cleaning the mess off his lap with soaked napkins, im already looking away, walking to throw out my empty cup and walk back to work.
he thinks about my eyes the rest of the day while he waits for my shift to be over. hazel, bright, warm. those same eyes looking up at him from my knees, mouth around his strap. teary, sniffly, and blushy from the cold.
he has to jerk off his butch cock in his car when he thinks about it for too long, and then when he's done, imagines me licking the mess from his fingers. fuck. i ruin him.
he can't wait any longer, he decides. he has to have me tonight. he can't stand the way i look at him, the way i walk, the way my heeled boots click on the sidewalk and my pink scarf trails behind me; how every time i take a step, he catches a glimpse of pink panties to match. he can't stand imagining how warm i'd be when he finally slides in, how my lipgloss would feel against his palm as he muffles my screams, how my eyes would roll back as he lifts my thigh to sink in deeper and claim me.
so he waits. and waits. and the streets clear, and the sun goes down, and eventually he realizes i must've taken some overtime work like i sometimes do, and instead of annoyance, he feels ecstatic. the streets will definitely be bare by the time i lock up and leave. so he watches my office building from his car parked across the street, and once he eyes my figure flutter past the windows towards the door, he leaves. black hoodie and pants against the dark of the night, so easy for me to miss if i'm not looking. and i won't.
he follows me on my route home like he always does, but this time he dares closer. catches a high every time i turn around to glance behind myself and just miss him ducking into an alley or behind a store front.
his boots are quiet underneath the click, clack of my own, so when he finally catches up to me, picks me up with one arm around my waist and a hand to my mouth, i'm caught off guard, barely given time to scream before he's carrying me into an alley and shoving me against the brick.
adrenaline sends his heart beating through his hoodie, and i can feel it thrum where he's pressed up against my back. my feet are hovering off the ground. his thigh is holding me up from between my legs, and just as he guessed, it's so warm there.
he's panting down my neck, smiling. breathing me in. i squirm in his arms, trying to scream, but his grip on me is too firm. "calm down, little bunny," he whispers, making me whine. "you knew what you were doing when you put that skirt on this morning, so just let it happen."
he grinds his strap against my ass, hiking my skirt up and making me whimper. i try to scratch at his hands, claw at his hips, so he drops me, and i get a wave of relief before he's collecting my wrists in his grip and pressing back up behind me, grinding me into the wall and sticking two fingers into my mouth, pressing down firmly on my tongue.
"fu-uck, princess," he growls, bucking deeper between my thighs with the new angle, "been dreaming of this all day. been watching you."
that only makes me whimper louder, tears soaking his hand.
"gonna take my hand away," he warns, nipping at my neck. "wanna hear you scream for me. don't worry, no one's around to stop you. can be as loud as you want, babydoll."
he removes his hand, and instead of screaming, i sob, begging him. "please stop. please don't, please; i don't want to die."
he chuckles, startled. "wh- princess, i'm not a murderer. you think i'd get rid of a pretty face like yours? no, i just wanna fuck it. make you mine forever." he moves his hands down to my hips, sliding my skirt up to my stomach and revealing my panties to the cold air. "can't believe you-- i'm finally here, touching you, and you aren't even worried that i'm going to rape you. you really are a dream, huh?"
once he says that, i go wide eyed. "wait, no, god no, please-- fuck, i can't--"
"don't worry," he shushes, cutting me off. "i'll be gentle. i'm a soft lover."
he brushes my hair away from my neck as i scrabble at the wall, sucking marks into me while his nails dig into my hips. finally claiming me as his. finally. all these months since he first saw me, first knew, and now he's guaranteeing it. he grows harder as i struggle, pressing my ass back into him, and he hisses through his teeth. "knew you'd be so good for me. you know just what i need."
he keeps one hand around my throat while he unbuckles his belt, the sound of the metal clanking making me gasp. "please," i beg again, trying to ignore the wetness in my panties.
"okay, baby. asking so sweetly. i'll give it to you."
fishing his cock out of his boxers, he slips it between my plush thighs that squeeze so perfectly around the plastic. "just let me have my fun first. you don't get to be selfish when i've dreamed of you for months."
he ruts against me, brushing against my clit, and a moan slips out of me accidentally, flushing my face bright red. "wait--"
"fuck," he interrupts, bucking harder at my noises. "that's it, baby; see how good it feels? just focus on that. let me use you."
he slides against me again, my wetness sticking the pink fabric to my pussy and causing him to catch on my entrance, and we both moan. "i don't want this," i sob. "i don't want this, i'm a virgin, i can't take it."
"liar," he hisses. "watched you get fucked last month in your apartment with the blinds up. did you think i wouldn't see?" he grows more impatient, thrusting faster, annoyed at all my whiny protests and needy from my shocked gasps. "as if anyone could touch you without me noticing. where did you think he went, huh?"
i sniffle, trying my hardest not to grind down on his cock every time it presses up against my swollen clit. "i thought you said you weren't a m-- mh, a murderer?"
he chuckles, breath fanning against my ear and making me shudder. he notices. of course he does. so he breathes against my ear again: "it's just protecting what's mine."
he catches against my entrance again and growls into my hair. strawberry scented. "fuck, you make me impatient. wanted to go slow and gentle with you, i really did..."
he roughly tugs my panties down my thighs, tearing the hem, and backs up two feet with my hips in his hands so he can press my face down against the brick, make me arch up against his waist. he kicks at my ankles. "spread."
i do. i don't know why i do. maybe it's the fear. maybe it's his voice, commanding yet soft, nuzzling comfort into my brain. maybe it's his hands digging into my skin, soft and sure, acting as though there's no other way for this to go. no other outcome besides him breeding me full in an alley.
with my legs apart and bent over, he can get a full view of my slick glistening in the light of a street lamp, and he grins, running his fingers up through my folds and making me keen. i press my face into the brick harder, and he notes that i don't seem to be struggling to get away from him anymore. about time.
i hear him stroke his strap, the slick sounds of my cum sliding from his fingers down the plastic, warming it up for me. but when something presses against my entrance again, it isn't thick. it's two of his fingers that don't hesitate on sliding their way inside, making him groan.
"fuck, you're so warm, princess. i knew it-- fuck, so wet and loose for me, so ready," he babbles. "don't worry sweetheart, i'll give it to you, i'll make it fit, you can take it."
he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, curling and scissoring, and my eyes roll back. "please stop," i weakly mutter.
"such a fucking tease," he says. "you don't mean that."
he slides out.
"fuck, thank you, thank you," i whimper, tears of relief now flooding freely down my face, my thighs shaking from holding myself up for so long. "i won't tell anyone, i won't, you can let me go--"
he lines his cock up to my entrance and thrusts in all the way to the hilt, and i scream.
"fu-u-uck," he groans. "finally made you scream for me, huh? is that what it takes?" he slides out, then thrusts back in again, hips slamming against my ass. the metal of his belt whips my thighs. "me using you like the slut you are? i know i said i'd be gentle, i'm sorry, but you just look too-" he thrusts. "fucking-" my eyes roll back again. "good."
"please!"
he breathes out a laugh, holding my hips up for me now. "whatever you say, princess." and he ruts into me deeper, faster, now, and his head rolls back. "you take me so well," he growls. "get so wet for me. knew you were mine. mine to breed."
"p- mmh, please," i try again, though my walls are clenching around him tight, and my clit is aching from no attention. "please stop."
"jesus, i'll stop once i'm done with you. i thought you were smart? just shut up and fucking take it."
he reaches around me suddenly, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up to my armpits, and my tits bounce free. they sway with each thrust, and his palm meets the skin to grope me, nipple pinched between his thumb and forefinger to roll and make me moan.
he's thrusting against the spot inside me that makes me see stars, and i instinctively push off of the wall to try and take him deeper. i feel so embarrassed for getting into it, for needing to cum, but my brain is growing quieter and more primal by the second. it's begging to be bred full, to cum. but his thrusts just aren't enough.
i take one hand off of the wall to move between my thighs, rubbing circles around myself, and i moan loudly again, sensitive and soaked. maybe this will satisfy him; make him cum faster, make him stop sooner.
instead he growls, digging his fingers into my hair to yank my head back as he pulls his cock out of me entirely.
"did i tell you you could do that?"
i try to shake my head no, but i'm being held up by my hair, and i can't. i whimper instead.
"this isn't for you. this is for me." he tries to sound angry, but all he can manage is thinly veiled amusement. he taps his foot against my boots again. "on your knees."
i obey. the rocks and concrete dig into my knees, and i hiss.
"facing me," he corrects, and if this weren't such a horrible situation, it might've made me laugh. instead i shuffle around with my hands on the wall for stability as the underwear around my thighs threatens to trip me, and i face him. i rest back on my heels to look up at him, trying to hide the tears welling in my eyes by squinting, and i blanch.
oh fuck. no, god, he's hot.
he must misinterpret my wide eyes as fear, because he reaches his hand out to caress down my cheek. "so scared," he comforts, "shaking like a bunny. so needy to cum, i know, it feels so good, but what did i say? i'm the only one allowed to be selfish here."
i just nod dumbly in his palm, drawing my bottom lip in between my teeth. nervous tick, he knows. he's been watching me for so long.
"let's put that mouth to use, hm?" he suggests, voice syrupy sweet, but i know it isn't a suggestion as he pumps his cock with his other hand, twisting and squeezing at the head. his eyes go half-lidded, and his hips buck minutely. "open up."
and i do.
he smiles, all teeth, and it's so pretty that it almost blocks out the bewhilderment i feel. the nausea. the embarrassment. "good girl. fuck, such a good girl, huh?"
the hand on my cheek moves to dip into my mouth again, fingers on my tongue, and he glowers. "say it. tell me you're a good girl."
"i'm a good girl," i whisper, muffled by the fingers between my teeth, cheeks flushed. it's still so cold outside, it feels like the only part of me besides the heat between my legs that's warm.
he smiles again, shaking his head. "slut," he admonishes, before he removes his fingers, slips the head of his cock between my lips, and pushes my head down to the base of him.
i resist, i can't help it-- i choke on his strap, and my eyes well up again. he presses harder as i struggle against him.
this time he doesn't say anything about me being good or not. just grabs my head in both hands and shoves his cock into my throat until there's no room to gag and i'm left drooling at the base of it.
i can't breathe, but he doesn't seem to care. not until my nails are scratching at his thighs and my hips are bucking down into nothing. he moves his boot down to rest between my legs, and i choke on a moan as my clit slides wetly against it. so dirty, so mean. why am i soaking wet?
he watches the way my mouth wraps around him, my lipgloss from earlier leaving lines on his cock just as he imagined it would. it glitters.
"finally learned to shut up?" he asks, right when the loss of air makes my head get dizzy and listless. i nod weakly, and he releases my head, sending me flying back to cough and choke up air and spit. "you gonna let me use you without a struggle now, baby?"
i nod again, and once his waiting for me to speak comes up instead with silence, he crouches down to my height.
"lie back," he commands softly. and i do.
he follows as i turn, hovering over me on both hands as i gaze up to meet his eye. my vision adjusted to the dark a while ago, but only now am i catching his features up close. he looks familiar, i think.
he brushes my hair away from my face and behind my ear, and the feeling of the rocks digging into my back fades away.
"why me?" i ask, and it comes out quieter than i intended; meeker.
"because," he shrugs, and it's such a human action that it makes me feel like maybe this situation is normal. maybe he's normal. maybe he's right, and i was just asking for this. "you're the most beautiful girl i've ever seen."
he lines up to my entrance once again, head dipping down to latch around one of my tits as he thrusts in, and this time he doesn't stop for anything. not my screams, not my whines. when he leans down to kiss me, i don't fight it. i lean into the warmth of him, the feeling of his tongue against mine, his groans breathless as he finally gets a taste of me, and he doesn't stop fucking me until i shudder around his cock and he cums inside of me, then scoops it up with his fingers just to fuck it back inside.
when he finishes with me and stands, redoing his zipper and pulling his belt back into place, i expect him to leave me in the alley, brainless and messy, for the next person to come by and take advantage of. maybe he has a gang of friends in the shadows that have been waiting for their turn this whole time. but instead he crouches down, scooping his arms underneath my legs and neck, and picks me up to rest in the crook of his shoulder, then begins walking out of the alley. my skirt is still hiked up, but his hand rests protectively over my ass, covering it.
"where are you taking me?" i ask, though i have half a mind to care.
"home."
i lean back to gaze up at him, confused. his features are even prettier in the lamplight.
he looks back at me, genuine concern lacing his features, and it catches me off guard. "what, you didn't think after months of stalking you i wouldn't have the desire to clean you up and take care of you, did you?"
I saw the "youtube music is raging against the machine" post again so instead of ripping someone's throat out with my teeth here is Arthur's Official Media Privacy For Dummies Post <3
My credentials are that I have 700 songs I didn't pay for on a refurbished ipod from 2007 and it's AWESOME. (PS backmarket.com for refurbished tech they have lots of old ipods if you're into that. But also phones and laptops and shit for cheap.)
First off. Reddit.com/r/piracy forever and ever. Go through their masterpost they have literally anything you could ever want. You will never pay for media of any sort again. The people of reddit are smarter than me.
If you currently use Spotify and wish to stop, here is where I would start:
1. Bandcamp!! If you want to financially support your favorite artists it's Bandcamp.
Plug your playlists into merch table they will do the hard work for you here <3
2. Spotidownloader
Put your playlists in they will spit a download link out it's so easy. All the metadata is there and everything.
They can only do 100 songs at a time so it's not ideal for a bigger library but it works fine for what it is.
3. Lucida
Awesome for full albums or individual songs if you're just looking for a few things and not transferring a whole library.
3. Newpipe
https://spotalike.com/en
A handy youtube clone that's good for streaming or downloading music and videos.
And finally, this isn't piracy advice but you don't need daily curated playlists and you definitely don't need yearly listening stats. Listen to the bands your friends listen to. Keep a list of songs people recommend to you. Try to find a local radio show or a college radio channel. Go to local shows. Be curious about genres and new bands. Put effort into curating and owning your music library, it's worth it.
Did you know that the term Bambi Lesbian used to be used to refer to lesbians who prefer things like hugs, cuddling, and kisses rather than sex? The term is rumored to have originated around the 1980s, and is often used by lesbians who are on the asexual spectrum (but you don’t have to be ace to use it!) I just think this name is really cute and we should totally bring it back! I myself am an asexual lesbian, so from now on I’m going to call myself a Bambi Lesbian! I made this art to celebrate it:
This is its pride flag:
Happy pride month to all my fellow Bambi Lesbians (and everyone else of course)! 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Three weeks ago you saw the most beautiful woman you’ve ever imagined. That fateful night in the dyke bar, you locked eyes with her across the room and instantly, you became hers. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw her again. Her eyes, her smile, the shine of sweat on her skin, and the temptation laced into every movement. Your breath was stolen from you that night and you hadn't gotten it back. You knew you needed to be with her. To be hers. Every second away from her ached. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, you couldn't think. You couldn't get her out of your head. She was your first and last waking thought. She invaded your dreams as she did your days. You felt the electric ecstasy of her fingers on your skin. The hypnotic sound of her laughs turning to moans under your touch. You woke soaking wet and aching with want, and any attempts to soothe yourself only provided momentary solace from the torment that was being away from her. You'd never felt like this before. You needed relief. You needed her.
Three days ago, you saw her again. She smiles at you coyly, as if she doesn't know exactly what she's been doing to you. It told you that you were on the right track. Her eyes told you she wanted you to be. You'd been exhausting all your options trying to find her, and now you did. You perfected tracking her schedule, each movement and moment. And now you know she wants you too.
Three hours ago, you made your move.
NSFT under the cut (somno, kidnapping, drugging, dubcon, magic/hypno)
Every time she goes out with her friends, she stays out until the wee hours of the morning. Then she stays at a friend's place, unless her friend goes home with a guy. Then she walks home. Alone. You needed her to walk alone.
Everything went perfectly. You saw who her friend was checking out. Perfect stranger made wingman, you nudged the dude and told him. You encouraged him to buy him a drink. Then another. More. You put it on your tab. Any cost.
Throughout the night, she kept looking at you. You could always tell when she was looking at you. You felt it streak down your spine and into each extremity. You wanted the quick release of a dance with her, but you knew you couldn't. Patience would be rewarded. All you allowed yourself was another glance her way. The moment your eyes met, everything else you'd ever wanted slipped away. Hers. Hers.
Her friend left with the guy. You closed your tab. Time slowed as the pieces fell into place. She left the bar and every part of you felt more alive than you ever had. Watching her walk down the street, you could feel the anticipation sparking through the air. She couldn’t just turn around and go home with you, however much she clearly wanted to; this was a test of your devotion and drive. You’d prove yourself to her tonight. There was no going back.
As expected, she cut through the park for a quicker route home. This choice was just another confirmation for you. Why else would she choose the cover of darkness if not to give you your chance? You wanted to thank her for her grace and generosity. She walked quickly, as always, and threw a glance toward you over her shoulder. In the dim light of the distant street lamps, you knew you saw her perfect pink lips curled into a smile. A smile for you, goading you forward, steeling your nerves. The charge it sent through you, knowing that smile was just yours in the silence and dark, it made your gut clench. You couldn’t back down. You had to preserve that feeling, of being hers and hers alone.
Your fist tightened around the syringe in your pocket. Thanks to your savings and leveraging some favors, you had exactly what you needed to prove your unwavering devotion. She wouldn’t even need to waste her energy on a struggle.
Her strides were quick, but shorter than yours. As she passed by a darkened parking lot, you knew your moment had come. You quickened your pace. Ever the tease, she did too. But it was fruitless. Her heels and blood-alcohol content inhibited her movement, and you were sober and fate-fueled. She was hot in your arms. Her precious hands wrapped around your arm as she graced your ears with a short song of pretend fear. She was no match for destiny, which burnt her name onto your heart and conviction into your mind. As the sedative entered her veins, pride flooded yours. You’d done so well. The fight left her quickly as her breath slowed. Her last mumbles wove into your tearful praise, thanking her for giving you this chance. The woman who’d tormented your dreams succumbed to her own and fell unconscious against you.
Your gleaming pride did not fade as you carried her to your nearby car. You relished in her scent and her weight in your arms. A street lamp illuminated her peacefully sleeping face. It filled you with incandescent joy. Seeing her face in full light, serene and resting against your shoulder, you couldn’t have been more sure of your actions. You tucked her into the back seat with delicate intention, knowing you were handling the most valuable treasure to find itself in the unworthy arms of humanity.
Driving through the city back to your home was agony in purest form. Each bump, stoplight, and jaywalking pedestrian was more irksome than the last. But when you got her past your threshold, your cherished bride asleep in your arms, all the world’s pieces fell into place. Her limp hands were embraced by the ropes you’d specially selected to not chafe or burn her invaluable skin. Her head found its home atop downy pillows in silk cases. With gentle touch and her favorite makeup remover, you carefully stripped away the gloss and shimmer she carefully applied. It was dazzling, but you were only more taken when you could see her natural beauty exposed.
You took a moment to admire her sleeping form. The peace on her face rewarded your job well done. You grazed your fingers over her skin, trembling with the anticipation you’d stored for weeks on end. You knew from that moment that it would culminate here, with her in your home, saved from the mundane drone of a life that never deserved the goddess living it.
Every breath you took in her presence was a gift. You hesitated over the seams of her dress. The slinky black garment which captured the light and left it to dance over her curves, which looked more true to what it really was without the distracting club lights: unworthy. You pushed past your hesitation to rid her of the loathsome excuse for clothing. It did not deserve to touch her. It slid down her body with ease and you caught your breath as every inch of her revealed itself to you. She was more captivating than the light of a flame was to a moth, more radiant than a fresh-born star, and more tantalizing than the golden trickle of nectar from the holy amphora of Ganymede. Her body set yours alight. It was everything you’d been waiting for.
Her last garments were quickly deemed unworthy and thusly stripped away by her loyal champion.
Your reverence built to an unimpeachable climax, and you could no longer satiate yourself by mere vision. You bowed to indulge in the scent of her sweat and perfume. Even just that made your mouth water and your eyes shut in ecstasy. She was so close, so perfect. Every touch sent pure euphoria through your palms into your body. You pressed your lips to her soft skin and moaned against her, just feeling the pleasure of finally having your personal Aphrodite in your sycophantic hands. You kissed every inch of her skin, from her finger tips down her palms and arms, across her chest and up her neck, on her sternum and stomach and inner thighs, to the backs of her knees and the bottoms of her feet. Every piece of her deserved the same worship, and you bore the honor of giving it.
But the intoxicating scent of her pussy drew you closer. You could hardly resist as you kissed her hips and ran your hands over her legs. She needed to be revered. You needed to express your zealous desire. You dropped to your knees and pulled her legs over your shoulders off the edge of the bed.
Your breath shook as you allowed yourself the indulgence of her pussy. The moment your tongue met her taste, though, your hesitation was replaced by ferocious, carnal hunger. You spread her open with your fingers and buried your face between her legs. Her body, though not conscious, reacted to you. It gave you the magnificent gift of her arousal. You sucked at her clit and traced your tongue along her pink satin folds. Your mind fogged but your senses sharpened. You could hear every hitch of breath, feel every slight tremble and clench. But the taste- oh the taste of her kept you going. Long past when your tongue tired and your jaw was sore, your fingers curled against her skin and you continued to cherish each drop of nectar brought on by your work, your worship.
You gazed up at her with half-lidded eyes and kissed her thighs. The vision of her soft curves brought your attention back to the ache between your legs. It was unbearable. You told yourself you'd only allow pleasure at her behest, but you'd already held out for so long waiting for this moment. She was kind. She would understand.
You stripped yourself without second thought and straddled her thigh. Not everything, not yet, but you'd at least feel her against you. Even the friction of her skin on your throbbing cunt was enough for you to moan and rock forward.
Her body was so perfect here, arms over her head, face framed with an angelic halo of hair and her heaven-sculpted body on full display for you. You rutted against her leg as you moaned again, wondering how you could be so blessed as to have this god in mortal form present herself to you.
Your fingers hesitated around her pussy, gingerly tracing over every detail. Your eyes stayed trained on her peaceful face, only disrupted by the slight curve of her brow as the tips of your fingers slid into her entrance. Feeling her again, you couldn't hold onto your plans. Your fingertips quickly gave way to plunging into her down to your knuckles, making you moan more loudly than you ever had. Anything before this was practice. Experiencing her was transcendence.
Continuing at a steady rhythm, you humped her leg, whimpering like a tamed beast as you listened to the soft wet sounds of your fingers curling and pressing into her pussy. You imagined it was your dick deep in her, making your hips stutter. You whimpered again and rested your head on her chest, then, drawn in by the promise of sweat on her skin, you began to lick and suck on the sweet soft flesh there.
Her sweat was salty and intoxicating. You took a deep breath, savoring it. You were careful not to mar an inch of her skin with marks left in your wake, merely grazing her skin and moving onto a new place. Every part of her was worth this attention. You kissed up the side of her breast, eventually burying your face against her armpit. Your dick throbbed again as you took another deep breath, then another. Your eyes rolled back at her scent and your movements became more sporadic. How could one person be so infinitely enticing? How could she be real and in your bed?
But she was. She was here. Your cunt against her thigh proved that, the clench of her spasming pussy around your fingers did too. She was a dream for so long, but reality now.
Your lips returned to her breast, kissing down ferociously as her sleepy moans reached your ears. You were reasonably sure you'd made her cum a few times, but you couldn't stop chasing that. You would prove yourself worthy of her.
Her nipple hardened as you flicked it with your tongue, then sucked at it as you continued to hump her leg. Your body grew more heavy against hers.
You were so proud of yourself for finding her, for pleasuring her. You could imagine how happy she'd be to see you. You could imagine the praise. You knew her voice, and could conjure the sound in her mind, that soothing, dulcet coo “So good for me. Thank you, baby.”
You whimpered and repeated the words “Thank you, thank you,” as you finally allowed your fingers to write your own pleasure too.
It only took seconds before your body shook with pleasure reaching its peak. You came on her leg, imagining it deep inside her instead.
You pulled your fingers out of her and sucked them clean. Tears had welled at the corners of your eyes and you rocked yourself, still straddling her leg. Guilt colored your cheeks pink. You came without permission from your goddess. Would she be mad? Would she be disappointed? You couldn't help it. She's just so perfect.
Eventually, after laying against her and soothing yourself to the sound of her heartbeat, you worked up the nerve to look at her and allow yourself to bask in her glory. You gazed at her in sheer adoration. The word “beauty” was given an unquestionable definition in her face.
Three hours ago, you'd brought her home.
Three seconds ago, she woke up, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at you. “Is that really all you've got for me, darling?”
You leapt off of her like a startled cat, then dropped to your knees and started babbling pleas for forgiveness.
She laughed, that mind-altering, resplendent laugh, and sat up - wait, she was tied - with a knowing smile. Her legs swung off the edge of the bed, wrists free. How? You’d tied her well. You researched knots.
There was a peculiar glint in her eye, something cruel, something magical. Your mind felt foggy as you tried to work through your confusion. She was a shining star, blindingly beautiful. It hurt to look directly at her, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. She was as mesmerizing as she was inhuman.
The rope you’d used to tie her slid off the bed like it had a mind of its own. Frozen in place, you didn’t even try to struggle as it wrapped itself around your wrists, tying them behind you.
“I expected you to come talk to me at least, darling, but this was a surprise, I’ll admit,” she chuckled and stood over you as she scratched her fingers through your hair. “The things you mortals will do with just a little too much love.”
Your confused mind stalled, unable to come up with an answer. She was so gorgeous above you. Her hand felt so good against your scalp. Your heavy head rested on her leg as you took heaving breaths, losing yourself again in her scent.
Then she yanked your head back roughly, forcing you to look up at her. “But I asked you a question, dear. Was that all you got?”
You gasped and whimpered, then shook your head, eyes wide.
“Good.” She purred. With a step back she ordered, “Up. On the bed.”
Your heavy limbs moved by themselves. Even if you’d wanted to stop, you didn’t think you could. You sat on the bed as ordered, and she traced her fingers along your chest and arms. Her touch was even more electric than you’d anticipated. You couldn’t keep still; you twitched and writhed under her. Her eyes, hypnotic, shone with a cold fondness.
“You’re so beautiful,” You choked out, the only thing on your mind. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, even as she sized you up.
Her lips curled into a smile. “Ohh baby, I know.”
She straddled you and your breath caught in your chest. Her hands ran through your hair. “And you’re so handsome,” she cooed, saccharine in tone. You swallowed her honeyed words without hesitation, allowing the ecstasy to numb your mind. You could feel her grinding on you. You groaned.
“Mmy strap..’s in the nightstand,” you mumbled, head buried against her chest.
She chuckled darkly. “Ohh don’t worry about that, baby.”
As she pressed against you, you began to feel more than usual. You could feel her higher than typical, and even as she raised herself, you could feel her slick opening against you. Confused and disoriented, you looked down at yourself, unable to see anything different, but as she moved her hips you could feel it, even though you weren’t really touching.
“I’ve got it aaall taken care of,” she cooed into your ear, pulling your head back to suck at your neck.
Your dick throbbed. She adjusted in your lap and suddenly, with a pleased sigh from her, you could feel her all around you. You could feel her warmth and wetness and the soft pressure of her pussy.
You gasped and sputtered. Your hips spasmed. She laughed, which also felt good. You couldn’t close your mouth, just gaze up at her in wonder and bliss. What was she doing to you? How?
She only had to bounce herself for a few seconds before you were a complete whimpering mess, unable to fathom the feeling gathering in your body. Your eyes opened to beg for mercy. “Please can I-”
“Mhmm.” She hummed with a smile.
Thrusting up into her, you felt yourself cum with jerking hips and desperate gasps. She moaned too, groping her tits in your face as you finished in her. You could feel her clench around you, and you could feel the warm squish of your cum leaking out around your dick.
Your head lolled limply. “I’m sorry I’m so quick. I promise I’ll be better. I'm sorry,” you mumbled. A strange fatigue washed over you.
She laughed again. “Oh baby.” She scratched under your chin. “It’s okay. You’re not done yet.”
Your eyes fluttered. She was still on top of you, her hips moving again. She pushed you onto your elbows. “You’re done when I say you are.” She leaned forward and you felt yourself getting hard in her again. “And I’m draining every last drop.” Her lips met yours. Her tongue dipped into your mouth, making your eyes roll back. She bit your lip and sucked on it, hard enough to draw blood. You moaned at the feeling.
She picked up her pace. She was ceaseless, insatiable. Every time you thought she was satisfied, she continued, manipulating your body like a posable doll as you pounded into her. She scratched your back and pulled your hair and made no effort to avoid leaving marks as she bit your skin and groped your chest. You were mindless, just putty in her hands thoughtlessly enjoying the feelings of being hers and the pleasure that came with it.
By the time she was done, the sun was well in the sky. You were exhausted, your vision rimmed with darkness. The only thing in focus was her, everything else was blurry. Your head was full of cotton and your dick throbbed with over stimulation. Your eyes were open only to catch glimpses of her.
She looked untouched. Her skin was near-glowing with radiance, her face bright and hair shiny. She extracted herself from you, fresh as a daisy, with a playful grin. “Good job, baby!” the magic glint in her eyes shone so obviously in the daylight. She caressed your cheek, then gave you a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll be back in a few weeks. Toodles!”
As though rising from a full night’s rest, a good meal, and a morning jog, she exited your home with cheerful confidence. You passed out before she made it out the door.
Three weeks ago you met the most beautiful woman you’d ever imagined. Three weeks from now, you’ll be edging yourself to the thought of her coming back to use you again. How lucky you are to have the favor of a goddess.
