mrs. lanawoods

inner thoughts.

[yuckmr-deactivated20251218]

maybe I'm the pervert

[conversationsareimportnat]

I need a professor like him

[lanawoodswrites]

The feeling of his hot breath over my chest as he whispers of how he loves me and my body.

I didn't know what the feeling of man felt like until I felt him, the feeling of being able to be fucked and made love to at the same time.

I couldn't bear to be apart from him in any way.

It was like I was addicted to him, he was ecstasy, the feeling of alcohol that burned down your throat, you hated the taste but loved the way it made you feel.

- xoxo 💋

[lanawoodswrites]

he’s so pretty when he cries…

-xoxo💋

[lanawoodswrites]

-no limit-

The feeling of his fingers going in and out of me, with such soft movements. The knowing of how his hands are able to make me become undone undemeath him.

The feeling of his sweet whispers of nothings in my ear as he fucked me slowly enough to keep on edge and begging for him to make me cum, begging him to mark me his with his seed as it filled me.

Then pressing a slow and longing kiss on my forehead, whispering "god, you’re perfect".

My mind was in another world at this moment, the cold bed sheets were no longer touching my back but his.

The sweat of mine and his dripping down our bodies as he holds me, the feeling of him still lingering inside me. I feel him twitch as he fills me, oh how I want this man for the rest of my life.

I love him and his body too much.

xoxo 💋

[lanawoodswrites]

-a little thought-

He sighed as he rubbed his eyes moving his hand down face, he slowly looked up to me. I swear that looking right there could make my knees weak, who am I kidding it did and I hated myself how he could make me bend at his will with just one little look.

One little fucken look

He leaned over his desk, it felt like he was watching over me, something about his eyes, how they moved over his face. He slowly stood up from his chair, how he took his time to walk around the desk to stand in front of it. I couldn't look up at him, too scared, too fucked in the head. If I looked up I would land on my knees, before him.

"look at me", he demanded.

I slowly gazed up to him, taking my time looking over him as I met his eyes, his gaze, his trap. I felt my whole body have a reaction, to him, to his gaze. I felt my hands shake, my head spin, my legs close together. He smiled as I looked up at him, slowly running his tongue over his bottom lip, looking over me.

Fuck him, literally

"Don't act so shy on me now sweetheart, I know in that little mind of yours, you've thought about me fucking you against this desk" he said as he walked closer to me. I didn't know, I couldn't know what to say. It felt like he knew me inside out, and I wanted him to.

"I-I didn't" I mumbled out, not being able to speak anymore.

"You-you didn't what sweetheart", he slowly leaned onto his knees, closing the space between us.

"Didn't mean to think of me fucking you or putting you to your knees? Huh? Sweetheart?" he whispered as he moved his hand over my knee down my ankle. He smiled as he heard me catch my breath. He liked how I was reacting to him, so obedient, but not so innocent and he knew it.

He made sure to keep eye contact, aggressively, as he moved his hands up my thighs. Fuck me, for me not wearing a skirt that day, the feeling of his hands over my covered legs and cunt.

I looked up at the dirty ceiling as I felt as if I was relating to it. He grabbed my chin, "none of that sweetheart, I want you to look at me when I fuck your cunt with my fingers, got it?" he said as he moved his hand into my leggings, I moaned at the feeling, his fingers, so cold to the touch, but felt so warm inside me.

Oh fuck m-

xoxo 💋

[lanawoodswrites]

But you haven’t seen my man, you haven’t seen my man, my man…

- xoxo💋