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@keonkeoff
So happy about how this new set fits my body 🩷 Euphoric 🩷
its always morally correct to reblog your own posts for attention.
I should be gasping for air while somebody son in my rib cage and somebody daughter grinding her pussy on my face at the same fucking time but the universe don’t want me to be happy 🙂
Throwing "Good Girl~" into the conversation like a flash bang. 🫴🏻 💥
grabbable
( bsky link )
send me voice messages i promise i won’t creepily listen to them over n over n over (i will)
One of the best ways to put me in littlespace is to ask me to count things, or ask me what time it is, or what color things are, or to read something, or to tell you what something is. Bonus points for helping me if I accidentally-on purpose get it wrong.
“What color are the pretty Christmas lights baby? Is that one of your favorites?”
“What’s that you’re writing in cutie? What’s it called?”
“How many sides are on the stop sign baby? Can you count them for me?”
“Can you read the clock baby? What time does that say? How long until we have to leave?”
“Can you read that sign baby little one? What’s it say?”
“aww, look at you. can’t even hold a single thought can you? so pretty when you’re like this.”
you’d been trying so hard to stay present. answering my questions. keeping up with me. doing so well for a while. and then somewhere along the way something just…shifted. the answers got slower. the sentences shorter. until eventually there was nothing left. just you looking up at me with those glazed pretty eyes and your mouth slightly open and not a single word behind it.
pressing my fingers to your lips. watching you take them without thinking. no hesitation. your mouth opening and accepting them naturally. sucking soft and slow and steady while i watch what’s left of you settle.
“can you tell me my name?”
watching you try. genuinely try. brow furrowing. tongue still moving around my fingers. searching for something that was right there an hour ago and isn’t anymore. a small frustrated sound building in your throat when it doesn’t come.
“hey.” so soft. stroking your cheek with my free hand. “it’s okay. you don’t need to find it. i’ve got you. you don’t have to think anymore.”
watching that frustration dissolve. watching your whole body exhale something it had been holding without knowing it. eyes going even more glassy. shoulders dropping. surrendering to it.
“there you are.”
starting to move against you slowly. feeling you respond immediately. hips tilting up without any instruction. body so far ahead of your brain right now. knowing exactly what it needs even when you don’t have the words for it anymore.
“look at how well you’re taking it. you’re doing so perfectly.”
a moan around my fingers. low and helpless and so unguarded. hips starting to roll. chasing the feeling without even realizing you’re doing it.
“that’s it. don’t think. don’t try. you don’t have to do anything except feel good and stay right here with me. that’s your only job right now. can you do that?”
a small nod. barely. eyes half closed. not sure you even fully understood the question but trusting me anyway. following anyway.
going deeper. watching your eyes flutter. watching tears start to slide down without any warning. not from pain. not from anything bad. just from how much it all is. how overwhelming. how good. how safe it feels to be this far gone with someone who has you completely.
“i know. i know baby. you’re okay. i’ve got you. you’re so good. so so good.”
you making a broken sound around my fingers. hips moving more desperately now. chasing it. needing it. not even aware of how beautiful you look right now. L
“that’s it. you’re doing so well. i’m so proud of you.”
feeling you clench around me. feeling how close you are. keeping the same pace. making you feel every single second of it.
“stay with me. right here. eyes on me.”
your eyes finding mine. barely focusing. so glassy. so soft. so completely empty of everything except feeling.
“good girl. there you are. i’ve got you.”
finishing with my fingers on your tongue and your whole body shaking. a sound you couldn’t have held back if you tried. hips stuttering. fingers gripping my arm. riding it out without any grace or composure left.
staying right there through every second of it. not moving. not pulling away. letting you have all of it.
after. when the shaking slows. when your grip loosens. when your breathing starts to find its way back.
pulling my fingers away slowly. watching you chase them slightly before catching yourself. pressing a soft kiss to your lips instead.
“hi pretty girl.”
nothing back. just a small sound. eyes still glassy. still not quite here.
“that’s okay. you don’t have to be back yet.”
pulling you close. your face finding my neck immediately. hands gripping my shirt loosely.
wrapping both arms around you. holding you warm and steady while you come back slowly.
pressing kisses to your hair. your forehead. both of your cheeks.
“such a good bunny. so perfect. i’m so proud of you. you did so well for me.”
you making the softest sound against my neck. pressing closer.
not back yet. not needing to be.
keeping you warm. keeping you close. keeping you safe and completely taken care of.
when you choke it just right it goes "oh fuck fuck fuck fuck please please fuck please god fuck" in a little squeaky moan
When you write some devious shit but can't release it for a bit
Smiling fondly down at the girl testing her new restraints and whispering, "You know, I assumed it would never happen for me but I think I'm really going to enjoy being a mother."
i’m sorry for talking about wanting a cock in my mouth so much. you can make me shut up with your cock. in my mouth
okay but are you going to be understanding if your dom is a little nervous and not as suave as you'd expect their first few times when domming you? are you going to make them feel comfortable enough to slip into the role without making them feel stupid about it? are you going to accept that real sex is not always as rigid as it would seem in text posts or your fantasies and that it is okay if there are some unserious moments in between the intensity? do you understand that we are all just people having fun and we need to be gentle with each other when showing this vulnerability?
“this reminded me of you” do you want to be kissed because that’s how you get kissed
Make girls embarrass themselves for your pleasure today!
language control but you can only say words that mommy "teaches" you. and only after she makes sure you pronounce "pwincess" like a good little thing.
Being controlled without realizing is so hot. Opening a file sent to me only to wake up hours later with no clues to what I was doing other than a wet spot on my seat. Having triggers implanted subconciously so I don't understand why I've suddenly dropped to the floor with my mouth opened, trying to figure out why I feel urged to follow someone's every command. I just need to be corrupted to do every humilating task asked of me until I'm nothing but a dumb puppy.