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I'm Jay, she/her, 21 years old, bisexual (but this is a wlw blog; men be gone), domme
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Men and minors DNI (Put your age on your blog or you'll be blocked)
✨Intro Post✨
Hey there, sweethearts~~
I'm Jay, she/her, 21 years old, bisexual (but this is a wlw blog; men be gone), domme
Asks are open. DMs are currently closed.
🖤 Pinned
I hiss as my back meets the wall a little harder than I anticipate.
Your hand is already beneath my thigh before I can even catch my breath, lifting my leg and wrapping it around your hip as you press me firmly against the wall with the weight of your body.
The kiss steals what little composure I have left. Deep and hungry and so unapologetically possessive that my mind slips just as easily as my body melts into you.
A low, hungry moan vibrates through your chest as your tongue slips past my lips, tasting me as though you cannot get enough, and the sound alone sends a shiver racing down my spine.
Your hand continues its slow journey down my side, tracing the fabric of my dress as it follows the curve of my waist before gathering the material with impatient fingers. Your hand slips beneath the front of my dark grey lace panties and the moment you discover exactly how much I’ve been wanting you, I feel your breath catch softly against my lips.
A broken, needy little please slips free before I can stop it, my hips already betraying me as they rock instinctively into your touch.
“Oh my god, babygirl,” you groan against my mouth, your voice rough with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet for Mommy already.”
Heat floods my entire body and my hips move again before I can stop them, seeking you again, and I love how easily you reduce me to this.
How you manage to unravel me in less than ten minutes remains entirely beyond me, but in this moment I do not care even a little.
All I care about is feeling you where I need you most. Letting you drain the chaos from my brain until there is nothing left but you.
I can already feel myself slipping into the familiar quiet you always seem to uncover in me. This one perfect, delicious moment where everything else falls away. The noise. The endless stream of thoughts. The weight of the day clinging stubbornly to my shoulders.
Your hand stills at the same moment you break the kiss and a desperate, frustrated whine escapes me before I can swallow it back down.
You meet my gaze and whatever I find there sends a thrill through me, my pulse stuttering beneath my skin. Hunger and desire, yes. But there’s something else too. Something darker and much more possessive. The look of someone who already knows exactly what they’re about to do to me.
I watch your pupils widen even more, the black slowly swallowing the warm brown I know so well as your hand slides up and closes around my throat.
You’re not pressing hard, just enough to guide, just enough to remind me who I belong to.
I know you can feel my pulse fluttering wildly beneath your palm and the thought alone makes my stomach tighten.
You tilt my head to the side and begin to trail your lips along my jaw, intentionally slow and deliberately wet and the sensation sends a shiver racing through me.
You tighten your hold slightly. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make my body answer yours as heat gathers beneath my skin and spreads across my cheeks as my breathing grows uneven.
Your tongue traces the shell of my ear and I tremble beneath your attention. There is something about the way you touch me when you’re like this, something devastatingly intimate in the complete focus of it, as though the rest of the world has simply ceased to exist.
As though there is only this. Only me. Only us. Only your hands and your mouth and the quiet devotion hidden within your attention.
I can feel myself melting further beneath you, relaxing into the safety and certainty of you.
Your mouth finds the sensitive skin below my ear and goosebumps erupt across my body. Every single nerve ending in my body seems suddenly aware of you, and only you.
Your voice drops into a low, husky whisper against my neck just as you effortlessly push two fingers into me.
“Mmm….such a good girl,” you murmur. “So ready for Mommy.”
The praise settles deep inside me, warm and heavy and precious in a way I will never quite have the words to explain.
My eyes flutter closed as you curl your fingers just right, finding all those sensitive places inside me that have always belonged to you.
“You’re taking Mommy so well, princess.”
making my femme cockwarm my strap while i rub her clit slowly. “be still, baby. show me you can be good.” rubbing steadily, watching her shake. feeling her press against my fingers instinctively within seconds. light slap to her clit every time she moves. “aww, you moved already? that was fast.” her whimpering, embarrassed. “i know, sweetheart. you’re just so needy you can’t help it.” cooing sympathetically while continuing to rub gentle circles. catching her grind down on the strap, trying to get more. another slap. “look at you, so desperate. can’t even follow simple instructions, baby.” her crying softly, frustrated with herself. “poor baby. you want to be good but your body won’t let you, hm?” stroking her face with my free hand while the other keeps working her clit. feeling her lean into my touch again, unable to stop. another slap. “there you go again, baby. so pathetic, you can’t even last a minute without needing to move, huh?.” cooing at her gently. watching her struggle, knowing she’ll keep failing no matter how hard she tries.
i need a girl who will get whiny while she ruts into me like she just cant stop and the whole time i have to breathlessly tell her that its okay its not her fault she cant help it
But what if I shower you in soft touches and praise? What then?
aw baby you look tired why dont you come over here and rest your legs on my shoulders
When you finally get to fuck that girl you’ve been obsessing over, you better fuck her like you mean it
need to pull my pretty girl into my lap then touch her until i have to hold her twitching body and shove my fingers down her throat to keep her sobs down while taking her nth orgasm out.
"You're so pathetic." (I want to tie your hands behind your back and breed you from behind)
When she says "Yes, mommy 🥺" and suddenly I want to wreck her all over again.
The kind of sex where she's left completely fucked out, limp and brainless before curling up in my arms and falling alseep because she knows that she's safe with me.
I should be bending you over right now.
unfortunately I am a lover and a pervert and if you send me a selfie I will be thinking about how you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen and that I need to kiss your face all over, and will also be thinking about fucking you into the mattress. it's a balance tbh
what if i just finger you for a while and make you lick my fingers clean. calling you a good girl every time you do it, watching your eyes look up at me while you swallow. making you kiss me with your cum covered lips while i completely ignore your whining when you're getting close. just tilting your chin up, looking at how ruined you are and telling you to hold it.
waking up to find you with two fingers slipping inside me, a sleepy whine falling from my lips as i shift. even now so reactive to your touch. i had no idea exactly how long you’d been touching me, but i was already so wet. i could feel it, when you slipped them out and my hips rolled..a sleepy pout on my lips at the loss of fullness.
you pressed them between my folds, gently moving up until you circled my clit and i gasped. eyes blinking open, still half lidded with sleep, cheeks flushed and my hair mussed splayed out across the pillow.
“hi baby,” you whispered. feeling the way my legs spread involuntarily. your fingers moving slowly..deliberate. curling inside me like you’re coaxing out every single one of those pretty whimpers from my lips.
“oh..f-fuck mommy, feels so-“ i’d breathe, eyes fluttering closed. lashes laying against my flushed cheeks.
“i know baby, let me hear how good it makes you feel,” thumb moving to press gently on my clit and i gasp, back arching and my fingers finding your arm, nails digging crescent shapes into the skin. not moving, not pushing you away..keeping you there.
“please..please please please mommy,” i whimpered, lips parted breathlessly.
i could hear it, how wet i was..we both could. slick and coating your fingers..making my inner thighs shine. you stayed steady, no rushing. never rushing.
“come on baby, you can do it. cum for me pretty girl,” and that was all i needed to hear.
half asleep, your fingers deep inside me and so fucking needy still..letting your quiet praise shower over me until i was nothing but pliant and fully sated in your hands.