“god is a jealous god” yes i am, love. i don’t want any prying eyes on what’s mine.
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“god is a jealous god” yes i am, love. i don’t want any prying eyes on what’s mine.
when doms coo out a soft ‘there you arreee’ the moment their sub finally gives in and starts whimpering, gasping, making the prettiest noises while being absolutely ruined >>>
*in the confessional booth* i have developed a new kink
Shaun Berke, Amor Fati, 2017
i do have like a clergy kink but i need the outfits and attitudes to be serious. no fucking fishnet stockings or smoky eyes. the nuns and priests in my fantasies don't revel in being "naughty," they either provide solemn corporal punishment or they are so overwhelmed by lust that they give in to their desires with immense guilt. making it all porny just ruins the fantasy for me
fallen angel worshipping your body for the first time. eyes widening in adoration, as though seeking salvation in your flesh alone. his fingertips ghost over your soft skin, lips murmuring praises against your bare neck- warm and desperate-before he takes you raw.
"you're so divine," he groans in your ear, his large wings shudder, feathers rustling as he thrusts deeper into you-eager for more. his faintest whispers send shivers down your spine. "forgive me, love.. heaven was wrong. you were made for me. only me. understand?"
Hey you can't just tarnish the sanctity of the fallen angel like that. No no no stop touching its halo. It's not right to sully a pure b—oh. Oh it's moaning. Stop fucking rubbing it like that .. and sliding your fingers along the rim ...
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Yes I can see that it's nuzzling into your hand. That doesn't mean anything. You wanna pull out one of its feathers? Whoa now—oh my god the angel isn't supposed to say "yes please" and pant harder. Stop you're going to leave a lecherous stain upon its pure consciousnesssssand it just came from that. Never mind.
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