i do wonder what youd do to me if you ever happened to get your hands on me in a filthy, dominant mood. would you use any , toys on me, perhaps? maybe youd peg me straight into a mattress, up against a tree, watch the light fade from my eyes as you mercilessly use me.
maybe youd use your hands, your nails scratching up my insides and making me ache the next morning. maybe youd eat me out when i ask you to kiss me better.
maybe i could stick you into a straight jacket, have my way with you completely bound. perhaps id let you get on your knees and hump my boot, and when you finally get off on it, ill make you lick your slick off.
after a long day, we can unwind by meaninglessly groping one another, neither one of us getting all the way there, just for one of us to wake up incredibly needy and unable to resist our sleeping partner.
but... what would you do to me? what ways would you make me feel even half as divine as you are? or, would you make me feel like the filth under your shoe that i am? would you rape me straight into the ground, or would you kiss me and coo as i cry into you, unable to handle the simple pleasure of being even gently fucked by an angel?
perhaps we'd be in a constant back and forth "payback" switch state—one day, i abuse and use you, the next youre trying to one-up me.
Fuck, you’re playing a dangerous game, I haven’t been this worked up in quite awhile.
Of course I would, you’d be put right over my lap as I slowly and lovingly stuff you full of whatever toys on hand—and trust me, there will be plenty, an angel was made to spoil their darling after all.
You might even smile, I’m being so gentle, clearly I don’t have it in me to ever punish you properly.
We’ll see how pleased you are after three hours of a dildo sliding slowly in and out of your sore, puffy asshole.
If you’re wondering how I’d be to you. . why not both?
I’d fuck your mind just as hard as I’d use your body, harshness and gentleness mixing until you can’t even decipher the difference anymore.
Perhaps I’d even wait until my poor darlings chronic pain flares up, I’d lie you down gently on your back—pressing pillows underneath you until you’re as comfortable as possible.
This is the only position that doesn't hurt you further, even if that means having to weather your angel r4ping you as a punishment.
It’s not as if you could run away, I’d use you over and over until you’re crying for me to not lick at you, despite begging for it before.
Straight jacket. . Ah, you’re spoiling your angel. . .!
Perhaps you could keep me tied up like that, using me and r4ping me as hard and disgustingly as possible, getting me all worked up for when I eventually break out and punish you.
Groping should be an always when we’re together, darling, I expect to have all my divine flesh being touched all the time.
Just as my fingers dance along yours, we’ll be tangled up in each others arms, stuck together underneath our blankets so all we can do is hump against each other needily, ah. . .~
