I want you addicted to me.
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@justcarriedarling
I want you addicted to me.
Morning softness…messy hair, casual nudity, warm skin from fluffy blankets, sleepy cuddling, deep kisses…
I could explain how horny you make me, but I’d rather have you stick your fingers inside me and feel for yourself
oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah im so grateful for the small joys
Being into lifestyle dynamics is interesting. It's like hi this is my best friend, my personal property, and my partner for life all rolled into one little stress ball of anxiety of a person that needs snacks and spanks all the time.
I need a frantic fuck. I need to stumble through a doorway with someone, kissing and nipping at each other however we can while ripping each others clothes off. I need belts fumbled with and shoes kicked off and clothing made just loose enough to get a hand under to touch. I need hours of sexual tension to end with me being pinned up against a wall with someone bottomed out inside of me as they desperately fuck me.
The house is clean and smells faintly of the pie you made for dessert. You have a pretty nightie on, and the matching panties have cum leaking into them. On your knees in front of your husband. He strokes your hair while you rest your head on his lap. All of the things you need to do are done. The house is clean, you and your husband are full, you did some art and you emptied his balls twice since he got home.
When you were a college student, you didn't know you could feel this way. Fulfilled. You had purpose. You had enrichment. You had safety. So now you hugged your man's legs and smiled.
In 24/7 D/s, who says you have to give up your career to give yourself fully to a dom? You can excel at work, then submit the second you clock out if that's what you need. You can be into free use and still have time to write that book you dream of publishing. Don't let anyone tell you what 24/7 D/s or total power exchange has to look like. You decide what it looks like.
As someone in a deeply committed power dynamic who is also extremely motivated in their career, I'll enthusiastically echo this.
For us, it looks like me wearing a discrete, beautiful collar from him every single day. It looks like stockings and garters under my work skirt. It looks like him picking out a pair of slutty little panties for me to wear on a day I give a big presentation. It looks like him sending me filthy, naughty texts in the middle of a meeting and me having to keep my face composed on the video call as I read them.
It looks like me making us lunch every day we work from home together.
It looks like him taunting me as he fucks me about how I think that the successful smart strong person I am at work is the real me but he knows the real me is the one he sees beneath him, wailing, babbling, begging for his cum, willing to do anything to please him.
It looks like me telling him last month how was thinking back to him saying that he was so proud that my ass was opening up for a new, big toy and then, in the same breath, telling him that he would've been so proud of how I handled an important meeting that day.
I've been joking for years that he should hire me as his personal assistant so these two worlds can finally become one (I think I even wrote a fake cover letter/resume at some point?) but until then, he pushes me to be as smart and successful as he knows I can be in my professional life and as pathetic and powerless as he knows I need to be in my service to him.
him fucking you feral because you have been apart for a week, but it has felt like an eternity — him fucking you with all of his weight and so deep, kissing a spot inside of you that’s been ignored for so long. him spilling all of his seed inside of you, until it’s overflowing and he’s cooing at how precious you look underneath him, how well you take him
can i take out your cock and feel it get hard in my mouth
the intimacy of knowing how to make someone’s perfect cup of coffee or tea
Stop squirming and trying to fight this. Give up control to me and you will be rewarded with an empty head and a full pussy.