Hi! Iām Lexie!
Iām 19, huge into cnc and c4t, but Iām into most anything!!
My DMs are open and my limits are few so shoot your shot!
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Entered this in a competition, but I figured Iād share with all of you too
I'd like to imagine meeting someone intense in college. Someone much stronger, and with much less regard for common decency. Maybe she's my roommate. Tall, clearly able to overpower me without so much as thinking about it. Ideally, she'd be really pushy. Testing my boundaries from day one. Letting her eyes linger just a little too much as I pick up boxes to move in, making fun of my all-pink room, creating a harsh juxtaposition with her darker side of the room. Somehow I'd bend over, cutting open a box perhaps, and her hands would find my waist- by accident-of course. But it's the perfect excuse to feel me out... and up. Will I push back? Telling her to leave me alone and giving her a challenge, or do I say nothing, letting her get her paws under my shirt and bra with no protest?
I'd like to think she's vulgar too. Someone who would openly jerk off, even if I'm in the room. No censor for her mouth or her body. Even better, she might take one of the photos I have of my family and me off my desk and finish on it, leaving hot, sticky globs of cum all over my printed face, not bothering to clean it up so that when I see it next, I know exactly what she thinks of me.
Maybe she has bad grades; she might need a tutor, and like the goody two-shoes I am, im honor bound to offer my help! After all, I'm nothing if not caring. Little did I know that caring would look like me letting her rest her cock down my throat so she can focus better. She isn't bothering to move it, simply letting her dick lie on my tongue and down my esophagus, my face turning red with effort and lack of oxygen; it is my first time doing anything like this. But... it feels... right? natural to let her be above me. I belong down there. When I'm not warming her majestic cock with my throat, she's bouncing me up and down on it every time she gets an answer right. She needs positive reinforcement obviously, and who am I to get in her way.
One day I'd come home, opening my closet, hoping to slip out of my sweaty yoga pants after a hard class, only to find all of my bras gone, my conservative clothes torn to shreds, and my underwear smeared with cum. It's all unusable. I'd be forced to parade around in nothing but my shortest shorts and, if I'm lucky, a tank top. God forbid I bring it up, though; she'll quickly remind me that it's probably my fault for tempting her, and she did follow me to that frat party, so I owe her a little show anyway. Of course I don't know that the reason she followed me was to ensure I didn't go home with anyone else, but that's beside the point. Plus, she mentions I can earn my clothes back by doing her favors. I shouldn't make a big deal of it. So I don't.
I didn't go to college for an MRS degree, but with how often we fuck you'd think I did. I miss classes because of it; my friends start ditching me because I won't shut up about her. Eventually I do end up dropping out after I find out that she knocked me up. What would the point be anyway? I don't belong somewhere with smart people; I'm really only there to be her personal fuck toy at this point. When my parents confront me about dropping out, she takes my phone, simply sending them a photo of my face covered in heavy ropes of her girl cum with the caption "she knows what she was made for". They don't talk to me again after that, and I move in with her. Suddenly I'm working on being the best housewife ever, food ready when she walks in the door; naturally I'm kneeling, waiting for her when she gets home. She shouldn't have to ask for stress relief, and I'd never deny her anything anyway.
During the pregnancy, we switched to anal. We couldn't risk the safety of the baby, or at least that's what she tells me. It hurts, frankly, but every time I bring that up she only seems to get more pleased, and well, as long as she's happy I'll keep screaming when she slams her hips into me. She also bought me a cute little belt to keep me from touching myself; I'm hers after all, and she doesn't want me to enjoy anything without her. I get squirmy so much throughout the day, and I think she enjoys the way I'm helpless without her. The one time I argued with her, she took the key to the belt and tossed it down the garbage disposal. I cried for an hour before she dragged me to a locksmith so I wouldn't be trapped in the belt. It was super embarrassing, but I definitely learned that talking back has consequences. Still better than her spankings if you ask me.
Every day I'm thrilled she chose me to fuck and give her babies. This is infinitely better than any silly degree; thank god she saved me.
