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@lordoftheleash
Date idea: you put me in doggy with my hands cuffed behind my back, a spreader bar between my thighs, a vibrator taped to my engorged clit, and a fuck machine pounding away at my leaking cunt and just leave me there until morning. Live streaming it from every angle so you and everyone else can watch me go braindead from the overstimulation. You can collect me for breakfast in the morning when I'm nothing but a whimpering, drooling mess.
please & thanks
Free use law passes and you can't even make it a block away from your house anymore without being used by some random man. Having to leave for work hours early and sometimes still not being able to make it in because you're too busy being gang raped by construction workers just down the street. They took away women's licenses, along with the rest of your rights. so you're forced to walk whenever you need to go somewhere, easy prey. You can try to tell them no, but they're so much bigger and stronger than you. Even a scrawny man can overpower most women. All you can do is take it while they violate your holes, pumping you with load after load of cum. Turning into nothing but a fleshlight/incubator for strangers.
Love Bombing [Gentle NC] [Praise] [Sleep]
I chose her specifically.
She was everything I was looking for. Hair color. Eye color. Body type - not that photoshop perfection, but perfect for me, the kind of body that feels so good in my hands.
She was kind, thoughtful, with a bit of sarcastic attitude - and just enough self esteem issues to make her eager to please.
I picked her out and set to work drawing her in.
I took my time getting to know her, letting her get to know me. I was kind. I listened. I showed interest without expectation. I laughed at her jokes, showed concern for her stresses, and excitement for her accomplishments.
I wanted until she was completely enthralled with me to ask her on a date. I took her somewhere nice, not fancy and stuffy, but the kind of place that fosters genuine communication rather that pretense. Afterwards we went for a walk under the stars, laughing and holding hands.
I made myself the perfect boyfriend. I was supportive and encouraging. I text her during the day to let her know I was thinking of her - but not so much to be overwhelming. I kept hobbies so she didn’t feel the pressure to be my sole entertainment but worked to include her as much as she desired.
I bought her flowers, wrote her a stupid little poem that made her laugh. I took her on adventures: hiking, concerts, museums, things I knew she enjoyed.
I was patient with her, made her feel safe. I waited 2 weeks to kiss her, three months to have sex. I was gentle with her, loving and intimate. We cuddled afterwards, talking and laughing under the blankets.
I made myself everything for her. Not just her boyfriend, but her best friend and confidant. I built her up and made sure she was completely, desperately in love with me.
And then I slowly started showing her who I really am.
I woke up early in the morning, as I always do. She was still sound asleep, as she always is.
She looked so beautiful like that, curled up on her side, mouth parted slightly. She looked like an angel, sleeping peacefully.
I curled myself up behind her and wrapped my arm around her. God, I love the feel of her body against mine. I kissed her neck, gently so I wouldn’t wake her, and started rubbing her thigh.
She was fucking perfect like that, but she wouldn’t be awake for hours - and I wanted her right then.
Carefully, quietly, I pulled off my shorts and even more gently I pushed up her sleep shirt and pulled her underwear down to her knees.
I curled into her again, pressing my dick against her ass. I kissed her behind her ear and slowly started grinding myself against her. The touch must have seeped into her subconscious. Her eyes remained closed but her hips moved almost imperceptibly, rubbing her ass against my dick.
It was all the encouragement I needed. I rolled her over almost completely onto her stomach and slid her legs apart. I moved myself on top of her, my knees between hers, and started rubbing my dick against her pussy.
She was so warm and soft, and just a little bit wet. She looked incredible, so relaxed and care free - and vulnerable.
I pushed myself inside her. Three thrusts to bury myself completely.
Her eyes shot open and she let out a terrified scream.
I slid an arm under her upper body, pulling her tight against me and clamping a hand over her mouth.
I thrust into her again and whispered into her ear, “Shhh, it’s ok. It’s me.”
She struggled against me, arms and legs flailing, but I’m much stronger than her and I had all the leverage.
I grabbed the meat of her hip and pulled her against me, pulling her into each thrust.
She struggled against me, arms and legs flailing, but I’m much stronger than her and I had all the leverage.
I grabbed the meat of her hip and pulled her against me, pulling her into each thrust.
“Shhh,” I whispered again. “It’s ok. You’re ok. Just let me have you.”
I slammed into her again and again, her entire body rocking with each impact.
“God, you feel so good,” I groaned. “You feel so good, baby.”
After a few minutes she stopped struggling. She laid there, eyes shut tight, making groaning-grunting noises into my hand with each thrust. I kissed her neck, her cheek, her ears.
In between the kisses I continued to speak to her.
“God you’re so sexy, baby.” “You turn me on so much.” “You’re doing so good. I love you so much.” “Just take it for me, baby. You feel so good, I can’t help it.” “Just let me have you. God, I love you.”
I kept my lips close to her ear as I slammed into her again and again. She felt so fucking good. I think the fear and the surprise actually made her tighter. It wasn’t more than ten minutes before I felt myself getting close to the edge.
I clamped my mouth on her neck and slammed myself inside her hard. I buried myself inside her, grinding myself deep. I groaned into her neck as I flooded her pussy with my cum. I continued to grind inside her, enjoying every ounce of her body as long as I could.
I collapsed on top of her, sighing and panting, simultaneously exhausted and enthralled. I kissed her cheek, close to the corner of her eye, and my lips came away salty. I kissed her again and said, “God, that was amazing. You’re fucking incredible, babe. I fucking love you.”
She didn’t say anything, but when I climbed off of her to lay at her side she didn’t try to get away either. She let me wrap my arms around her and pull her back against my chest.
I brushed the hair from her face and brushed my fingers over her neck - over a several little red spots in a circle, the exact shape and spacing of my teeth.
“God,” I said. “I guess I got a little carried away there. I hope I didn’t hurt you to much. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. I love you. I just wanted you so much and I guess I lost my mind a bit there.”
I kissed the spot on her neck, and squeezed her body tight.
“I love you, baby. Try to get some more sleep. You’re ok, now. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Rubbing your pussy while you're trying to tell me how much you need me to fuck you (you're just silently staring at me and pouting)
Cute date idea: making her wear a vibrator so i can control it in public đź–¤
overstimulation as punishment for being a brat >>>>
i’m so possessive i want to leave bruises all over your body
you're not mine until i carve my initials into you with a knife.
Girls, have you ever had a man put his fingers in your mouth? Yes, yes. Of course, but you also know that’s not what I’m talking about: I most certainly do not mean when a guy shyly slides his finger into your mouth, timidly, like a boy at a school dance might touch a girl’s hip. Then you tease that finger and him, having your fun and pretending it’s a little cock while you suck on it and play with it with your tongue. Of course you’ve done that.
No, what I’m asking is has a man ever taken your mouth with his fingers? Has he grabbed a handful of your silken hair, cranked your head back so roughly that it hurt and you cried out in surprise? Has he then shoved two or maybe three fingers in your open mouth as he holds you there, helpless, by your hair? Has he probed deep into your mouth, exploring all its secrets, your tongue, your cheeks, your wetness? Has he told you that you belong to him? That you are his little fucking slut now and he is going to fuck all your holes when and how he wants? Has he reminded you that you will not be sucking cock, that your mouth is simply another hole he will fuck?
And tell me girl, when he did that, did your little cunt tighten, did you feel butterflies in your belly, and did you beg Him with your eyes, wishing more than anything that it was his cock, and not his fingers in your mouth? Did you beg to be allowed to suck His cock? Did you try to grind your sopping wet little pussy up against his leg while he looked at you and gently laughed at your hunger, knowing that you were broken and conquered before he even touched your body? Did he tell you then, while he held your jaw with those fingers still in your mouth, that you were his?
If not, then the answer is no—a man has never put his fingers in your little mouth. But if you are a good girl, maybe he will…
The way your breath hitches when I trace my nails down your spine... You'd do anything to feel my teeth there instead. Reblog if you agree
Choking on my fingers while you look up at me. Reblog if you know the assignment🔪
you, me, steel
Love Bombing [Gentle NC] [Praise] [Sleep]
I chose her specifically.
She was everything I was looking for. Hair color. Eye color. Body type - not that photoshop perfection, but perfect for me, the kind of body that feels so good in my hands.
She was kind, thoughtful, with a bit of sarcastic attitude - and just enough self esteem issues to make her eager to please.
I picked her out and set to work drawing her in.
I took my time getting to know her, letting her get to know me. I was kind. I listened. I showed interest without expectation. I laughed at her jokes, showed concern for her stresses, and excitement for her accomplishments.
I wanted until she was completely enthralled with me to ask her on a date. I took her somewhere nice, not fancy and stuffy, but the kind of place that fosters genuine communication rather that pretense. Afterwards we went for a walk under the stars, laughing and holding hands.
I made myself the perfect boyfriend. I was supportive and encouraging. I text her during the day to let her know I was thinking of her - but not so much to be overwhelming. I kept hobbies so she didn’t feel the pressure to be my sole entertainment but worked to include her as much as she desired.
I bought her flowers, wrote her a stupid little poem that made her laugh. I took her on adventures: hiking, concerts, museums, things I knew she enjoyed.
I was patient with her, made her feel safe. I waited 2 weeks to kiss her, three months to have sex. I was gentle with her, loving and intimate. We cuddled afterwards, talking and laughing under the blankets.
I made myself everything for her. Not just her boyfriend, but her best friend and confidant. I built her up and made sure she was completely, desperately in love with me.
And then I slowly started showing her who I really am.
I woke up early in the morning, as I always do. She was still sound asleep, as she always is.
She looked so beautiful like that, curled up on her side, mouth parted slightly. She looked like an angel, sleeping peacefully.
I curled myself up behind her and wrapped my arm around her. God, I love the feel of her body against mine. I kissed her neck, gently so I wouldn’t wake her, and started rubbing her thigh.
She was fucking perfect like that, but she wouldn’t be awake for hours - and I wanted her right then.
Carefully, quietly, I pulled off my shorts and even more gently I pushed up her sleep shirt and pulled her underwear down to her knees.
I curled into her again, pressing my dick against her ass. I kissed her behind her ear and slowly started grinding myself against her. The touch must have seeped into her subconscious. Her eyes remained closed but her hips moved almost imperceptibly, rubbing her ass against my dick.
It was all the encouragement I needed. I rolled her over almost completely onto her stomach and slid her legs apart. I moved myself on top of her, my knees between hers, and started rubbing my dick against her pussy.
She was so warm and soft, and just a little bit wet. She looked incredible, so relaxed and care free - and vulnerable.
I pushed myself inside her. Three thrusts to bury myself completely.
Her eyes shot open and she let out a terrified scream.
I slid an arm under her upper body, pulling her tight against me and clamping a hand over her mouth.
I thrust into her again and whispered into her ear, “Shhh, it’s ok. It’s me.”
She struggled against me, arms and legs flailing, but I’m much stronger than her and I had all the leverage.
I grabbed the meat of her hip and pulled her against me, pulling her into each thrust.
She struggled against me, arms and legs flailing, but I’m much stronger than her and I had all the leverage.
I grabbed the meat of her hip and pulled her against me, pulling her into each thrust.
“Shhh,” I whispered again. “It’s ok. You’re ok. Just let me have you.”
I slammed into her again and again, her entire body rocking with each impact.
“God, you feel so good,” I groaned. “You feel so good, baby.”
After a few minutes she stopped struggling. She laid there, eyes shut tight, making groaning-grunting noises into my hand with each thrust. I kissed her neck, her cheek, her ears.
In between the kisses I continued to speak to her.
“God you’re so sexy, baby.” “You turn me on so much.” “You’re doing so good. I love you so much.” “Just take it for me, baby. You feel so good, I can’t help it.” “Just let me have you. God, I love you.”
I kept my lips close to her ear as I slammed into her again and again. She felt so fucking good. I think the fear and the surprise actually made her tighter. It wasn’t more than ten minutes before I felt myself getting close to the edge.
I clamped my mouth on her neck and slammed myself inside her hard. I buried myself inside her, grinding myself deep. I groaned into her neck as I flooded her pussy with my cum. I continued to grind inside her, enjoying every ounce of her body as long as I could.
I collapsed on top of her, sighing and panting, simultaneously exhausted and enthralled. I kissed her cheek, close to the corner of her eye, and my lips came away salty. I kissed her again and said, “God, that was amazing. You’re fucking incredible, babe. I fucking love you.”
She didn’t say anything, but when I climbed off of her to lay at her side she didn’t try to get away either. She let me wrap my arms around her and pull her back against my chest.
I brushed the hair from her face and brushed my fingers over her neck - over a several little red spots in a circle, the exact shape and spacing of my teeth.
“God,” I said. “I guess I got a little carried away there. I hope I didn’t hurt you to much. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. I love you. I just wanted you so much and I guess I lost my mind a bit there.”
I kissed the spot on her neck, and squeezed her body tight.
“I love you, baby. Try to get some more sleep. You’re ok, now. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
