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Thread Starters : Kink Edition
“Pretend you don’t want it.”
“They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice.”
“I want you. Right up against the window.”
“You know I love you, right? I have every intention of fucking you like I don’t.”
“Don’t pussyfoot around. I want it to hurt.”
“Let me blindfold you.”
“I want to make every inch of you mine.”
“Wrap your hands around my throat.”
“No, no. Leave your clothes on.”
“Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”
“Just sit back and let me give you a show.”
“I want to make you bleed.”
“Relax. I’ll teach you the ropes.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let you suffocate.”
“Clearly, you’ve never experienced silk sheets properly, then.”
“What would you think about adding a third party?”
“You can’t come until I say so. Understand?”
“That’s it. Touch yourself for me.”
“Bet I can make you come without ever touching your cock.”
“No using your hands. I’ll spread my lips and you lick.”
“Clean yourself out for me first.”
“Present yourself for me.”
“I want you to tie me up so I can’t get away.”
“I’m going to tie you to the bed posts and have my way with you.”
“I want you to dominate me.”
“You’re all mine, pet.”
“Oh fuck, yes. Bite me again.”
“Are you sure that’s going to fit?”
“I’m going to fill all your holes.”
“They’re next, after I’m done with you.”
“Just watch it with me. Maybe it’ll give us some ideas.”
“I want you to humiliate me.”
“You’re pathetic. If I wasn’t willing to fuck you, no one would.”
“It’s an ice cube, darling. Do you like it?”
“That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.”
“Don’t touch me. Just watch.”
“Are you sure you know how to use that?”
“I hope you don’t mind whip marks.”
[Text] What are you wearing?
“I want to drip candlewax all over you.”
“I know just how to make you relax.”
“Have you ever tried rimming?”
“Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.”
“I got the mirror so you can see yourself while I’m fucking you.”
“You’re not afraid of a little piece of ginger, are you?”
“I want to pour ___ all over you and then lick it off.”
“Oh my. I didn’t know you could move like that.”
“I’m your master/mistress and will be addressed as such.”
“I don’t care if they’re watching. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh no. Not until you beg.”
“Tell me how good this feels.”
“On your knees.”
“I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.”
“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”
“Relax your throat.”
“I want you to ride me.”
“Oh, that hurts so good.”
“I want to hear you scream.”
“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”
“Strung up with a spreader bar is a good look for you.”
ofcleavage:
Erica had decided to work from home that day, hoping to get some more work done than she had at the office lately. And no, that had nothing to do with the threats that had been sent to her upper floor office, but better safe than sorry. After fixing herself some lunch she sat back down at her laptop, only to be disturbed by a text from Allison, telling her that there was an emergency at work, and she had to come in asap. She had told her receptionist not to disturb her unless it was important, so she didn’t even hesitate. Putting her things in her bag, she left the house and climbed into her car, pulling out of the garage and starting her way to the downtown office. When she got there fifteen minutes later, the blonde impatiently rode the elevator to her top floor office, confused when Allison wasn’t at her usual desk. Figuring she’d gone to get coffee or lunch, she stalked through the lobby, and into her office, stopping dead in her tracks when there was someone in her chair, with a dagger in her hands. “What the– Who are you?” she asked, taking a slow step back.
Dark eyes rose to the door, her feet crossed on the desk as she spun the little dagger in her fingers, a pleased smile on her lips, “I am quite pleased at your urgency.” She smirked and gestured to the seat in front of her, “Shut the door, and take a seat.” She demanded, a brow rising as she dropped her feet, sitting up as she dug the tip of the knife in the wooden desk, revealing the pistol she’d killed her receptionist with, “I’ll repeat myself, shut the door, and take a seat. Last time, or you’ll end up like that mouthy girl at the front desk.” She laughed, gesturing to the seat again.
[ O P E N ]
It’d been months since that night, that drunken night, where she took too many shots, and she let her control slip as she took someone from the bar home, and when she woke up the following day, he was gone–. Four months, and she’d been trying her best to hide it, staying home when invited out, wearing a size too big clothes, but there was nothing to do to hide the roundness of her stomach now. She swallowed as she stared at herself in the mirror, she’d just got done working out (She googled her limitations) and she was about to jump in the shower when she caught sight of herself in her sports bra and work out joggers. She’d been avoiding it for a long time, sure she’d changed her diet and her lifestyle for the life growing in her, but she hadn’t actually stopped and…admired the presence in her. Her hand shook as she raised it to lay on her stomach, but before she could touch her stomach she heard the door open downstairs, and the familiar voice shout up the stairs for her, sending a panic through her–no one knew about this…and this wasn’t how she wanted them to find out.
unrequited love starters
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IN LOVE
“I love you. I’m sorry.”
“I know you don’t feel the same way.”
“I don’t want to be friends.”
“Why can’t you just give me a chance?!”
“How could you pick him/her/them over me?”
“Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
“Just one date. Coffee? Please?”
“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
“Friendzoned again.”
“I want you to be happy, with or without me.”
“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
“I’m a nice person! Why can’t I get dates?”
“I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.”
“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
“I was there for you when no one else was!”
“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”
“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
“Can’t we just give us another chance?”
“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want. I just thought you should know.”
“I don’t love him/her/them. I love you.”
“God, please don’t tell my wife/husband/spouse about this.”
“Can I have just one kiss?”
“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
“I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
NOT
“I’m sorry, I just don’t see you that way.”
“I don’t owe you anything!”
“We can be friends instead.”
“I don’t feel as strongly for you as you do for me.”
“If you bring up the friendzone, this conversation is over.”
“I love you, just not in that way.”
“Thanks so much for understanding.”
“You’ll find somebody else.”
“I hope we’ll still be friends after this.”
“No means no, so stop asking!”
“I thought you were my friend.”
“This isn’t a debate. I said no.”
“I don’t think we’d be compatible.”
“Look at this realistically – can you honestly see any scenario where we’d date and not kill each other?”
“You’re only saying that because you’re freaking out.”
“I have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner.”
“What?!”
“What are you talking about? You’re married!”
“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”
“You’re more like a sibling, to be honest.”
“I’m flattered, I just don’t…”
“Wow. I mean – wow. Sorry, I’m just – just really shocked, is all.”
“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
“We agreed this was just physical!”
“There’s a reason we didn’t work out the first time.”
“I’m sorry, but… no.”
[ O P E N ] + Human Tyla
She was late, she had forgotten where she was headed, but she knew she was late and that was the reason she’d run the red light, that was why she hadn’t seen the car coming, and that was why she was reaching for her phone. Her hand had moved the wheel just too much to one side and she had veered into the other lane, the honking was loud, but not as loud as metal slamming into metal, knocking both of them off the road, pushing them into a revine where their cars rolled until they hit the bottom. Her heart was pounding, her body hitting the door too hard, the pain rolling down her arm, her head having slammed into the window was now bleeding, but her car had ended up right side up, the other woman’s was smoking, upside down, windshield crushed as silence followed the settling of their cars.
Tyla stumbled out of her car, falling to the ground, a shard of metal dug deep into her thigh as the blood soaked her jeans. She was breathing heavy, her ribs hurt, and it was a struggle to breath, but she forced herself onto her feet, blood coating her face, her hands keeping her upright as she moved to the other car, “Are you okay?” Her words were broken, because she could see the devastation of the accident. The woman was gone, she had been cut too badly from her windshield, and her passenger, her son was also gone, and Tyla’s heart tank into her stomach. “Oh god---” She shook her head, stumbling backwards to her car, falling to the ground, her hand grasping the metal in her leg, yelling as she yanked it free. She wavered, the blood loss being extensive, and it was making her head spin, the sound of a car above the bank was muffled, as was the shouting, she stood there, tears in her eyes--jumping when the person touched her shoulder, her tears falling down her face as she looked up at them, “I killed them.” Was all she said, her lip quivering.