hungry like the wolf

genderqueer fuck | 30 | nsfw | pfp artwork by @artofmaquenda

[scissorboars]

1 finger, tease the door

flit round the hole

leave me wanting more

2 fingers, slide right in

rub the back wall

velvet round your skin

3 fingers, drill to my core

arching my back

with my face in the floor

4 fingers, i’m breaking apart

delicious hot friction

your aim like a dart

5 fingers, i sob & i scream

coming undone

on your perfect hand team

-4 July 2024, 01:34

[symbiomancy]

mirror —ghost

—summary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.

—warnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.

—word count: 1,3k

—a/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3

The best thing about living alone, you’ve come to realize, is the privacy. You’re free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.

The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. There’s barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt that’s more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someone’s cool hands sliding down your body.

Seriously, you need to get out of the house and meet people instead of fantasizing about the cool touch of your fridge. But the outside is infinitely hotter than the inside.

You kick the bedsheet away from your body, grumbling at the lingering day heat. You’d stripped the sheet from the duvet the moment spring chill had plunged into summer heat and stuffed the latter into the closet until fall. Even then, you tend to wake up without the sheet in the morning, finding it crumbled on the floor. Yesterday was another sweltering day. It has left the air stuffy and the fans only push the warm, stale heat around without providing any relief. You unplug them in a fit of frustration and cringe at the feeling of moisture when you lay against your pillow again.

Sleep doesn’t completely evade you but you’re not fully asleep, either. You think so, at least. There are moments of brief blackouts, where you open your eyes and turn to look at the time only to find not even an hour has passed. Your eyelids feel heavy.

Then, there are the hands on your body. Caressing, petting, groping. They’ve been there for some time now, just touching, feeling. They’re not cold, just cool enough to feel pleasant against your heated skin and inject some relief into your sluggish thoughts of sun and heat. A sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Fingertips trance the expanse of your skin, draw constellations between your moles and freckles. The other hand moves to rest on your breast. It kneads the soft flesh, gently pinches your nipple between its fingers, runs a thumb over it.

You inhale sharply, heart thrumming in your chest, pressing your thighs together. It does little to quell the desire for friction, or touch. The hand tracing its fingertips down your body reaches your hip, then skirts across your flesh to rest on the inside of your thigh. You blink languidly; the heat is stifling, your head feels thick.

Cool fingers dip between your legs, press against your clit like — like they’re what? Testing the waters. You stifle the half-baked moan in the back of your throat.

The hands leave you all at once and you croak out a sound that doesn’t even sound like you, desperate and needy. They’re back not even a moment later, though, heavy on your hips as if they’re trying to guide you. You reach for a pillow and prop it under yourself. It’s a nice dream, you don’t need it to end because it forces you into an uncomfortable position that drives home the realization that it’s a dream. Because then you’ll wake up, alone again.

Something thick and heavy rests on your pelvis. Maybe this makes you a bad sex partner in this brief dream but you don’t want to reach out and touch it, guide it. If it’s your dream, your partner should know the where and how. The cool hands planted firmly on your hips pull you forward just slightly and the weight from your pelvis disappears. It rests against your entrance, but doesn’t push forward just yet. One hand leaves you and the tip of its cock drags through your slick folds, bumps against your clit.

“Please,” you croak, staring at the ceiling. Your throat is dry.

The stranger’s cock angles itself against your entrance and pushes in carefully. You take a slow, deep breath in, try to relax around the pleasant intrusion. The hands — under your knees now, guiding your legs apart. A body presses against your thighs. Whoever it is, stops, pauses for a moment. You clench around the cock buried in your cunt. A cold, shuddering breath hits you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The hands push your knees further apart until there’s an ache in your muscles, and then they depart, one finding a spot on your waist, the other your breast.

It moves, then. The cock nestled deep within you sharply pulls back and thrusts in again. You scramble for anchor, to grab onto something but all you come up with is sheet that tugs loose. Their pace is dizzying, thighs slapping against yours, cock plunging into your wet cunt. The sound is so wet and lewd and goddamned loud in the still silence of your home. You go to stifle the half-moan half-groan in your throat but— wait, it’s your house, your dream, who gives a fuck about the neighbors? The cock in your cunt pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts in again and hits that spot, so good, dragging against your slick walls and you swear you feel every groove and dip, every goddamn vein. Your moan slips out involuntarily, and whoever it is here with you, seems invigorated.

The hand on your breast leaves, a forearm rests around your thigh, pulling it up and — fuck, their cock drives in so incredibly deep you nearly choke on your own spit. You scramble upwards, resting your weight on your elbows to look at your partner —

There’s no one there. Your bedroom is empty. But there’s a hand on your torso, cool fingers digging into your flesh and a forearm supporting your thigh and the shape of someone’s shoulder against your Achilles’ tendon. There’s a cock plunging into your cunt and you hear someone’s labored breathing.

The full-length mirror skids across the laminated floor and stops in front of your bed. Something invisible is thrusting into your pussy, gaping back at you in the reflection. Your face burns — your whole body burns. You can’t look away from the debauchery staring back at you. Whoever — whatever — it is, thrusts harshly, cold hands pulling you against their body. Your thighs are wet and sticky, slamming against theirs, your hole gaping back at you, being abused by something you can’t see. It sends you hurtling over the edge.

You come around the phantom cock with something reminiscent of a shriek and a moan and terror and pleasure all combined. Your cunt clenches around the thing your muscles sore and sweat beading on your skin. The cock plunges into you again and again and again and you blink back the tears and the fear and the overwhelming pleasure. The fingers on your body dig into your flesh and the cock nestled in you buries deep, thighs pressing against your own, and spills. It’s so warm, so pleasant. The mirror skids closer, right until it touches the edge of the bed.

Your cunt is forced wide open. Stuffed. The pearlescent cum coats your walls, oozes out from inside you, dribbles onto your bedsheets. The cock in you stays there but the body moves.

A small fogged patch, like warm breath, appears on the mirror, and then, letters.

Hi :)

Oh. So that's why this place was so cheap.

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[creaturefuckslvt]

your werewolf girlfriend loves to use you as a cockwarmer in the early morning. still asleep, in the firm clutches of your hot-blooded lover, you're only hazily touched by vague glimpses of conscious awareness at this hour. you barely acknowledge the tip of the half-hard cock being brushed back and forth over and through your folds, maybe thrice, maybe more, before it slowly pushes in, an action made easier with the help of that bit of gentle preparation. you sigh in your sleep, and maybe you tilt your hips just a little bit to adjust to that soft stretch, but the steady heartbeat against your back and the heavy arms around and over your chest keep you lulled and grounded. you keep drifting, only lightly aware of the shaft between your thighs turning hotter by the minute.

you stir in your sleep and the drag of your lover's hardening cock against your hole pulls a drowsy moan out of your throat, which only makes it twitch and grow thicker inside you. the arms around your chest tighten their hold and there's a hot huff of breath at the back of your neck. the tingle of that soft blow of air and the decisively widening stretch in your pussy that follows finally hoist you into the reality and make you laugh, gasp and moan in equal measure.

"mmhm good morning, baby", you try cooing, eyes still closed, "i see you're starting your day with a fun- oh- oh- ah- ahh, fuck- fuck-"

you were planning on being a tease on her cock for a little while longer this time, but very rapidly fail to convince even yourself about that move. the moment she notices the shift in your body tension and the tone of your moans that betray you're awake and leaning into it is always her personal cue to switch the gear from soft and inconspicuous warm-up play to deeper deliberate thrusting that asks no further questions.

"fuck, fuck, that's good, baby- fucking- right there-"

she is rock hard now, hot and throbbing, and the way her cock thickens midway from the tip to the knot makes your pussy stretch rhythmically, opening wider and swallowing in the length on each thrust. the steady pace is simultaneously urgent but collected, her embrace around you firm and unyielding, her comfort hold on your boobs warm and tingling in its own right, and you can hear it in her groans against your shoulder that she's lost in it too, and that's all the heaven you need.

before you can linger on that thought too long, however, she gives your nipples a warning pinch and picks up the pace, canting your hips back in her lap to better reach and rub against that good spot the way she knows can make you cry. and here it comes, the overwhelming wave of pressure building up in your core, making you feel empty and filled to the brim at the same time, and you need more, and it's not enough, and it's too much, and you need it to swallow you whole--

"ah- ah- ahh, please, baby, please- give it to me, come on baby, i need it- please- push it in me-, please- in me- yes- yes- in--"

huffing and with a mix of a deep groan and a delirious chuckle, she grabs you with both hands, one on your hip and the other around your waist, finally ramming her bulging hot knot up in your aching pussy. already soaking wet and struggling to clench around her cock as you are, she presses on her own bulge on your abdomen with one finger circling on your clit, and you're cumming, with no thoughts left, crying out in sync with the stream spraying out all over her cock, her hand, and both of your thighs. that's the last straw to do her in, it seems, as her arms tense around you once more, her hips riding out an uneven sequence of jolts, and she shoots a hot load after another, her cock still buried and pulsating deep inside you.

when you're both coming down, still in your spoon but soft and heavy now, she pulls back just enough to pop the knot out.

"stay in, baby", you plead, fucked out, grabbing at her arm around you, "let me feel you come down"

there's a warm pressure on your shoulder, accompanied by a puff of air. a kiss.

"of course, darling". a shift of legs in the sheets, but no further pulling back. "i got you".

[creaturefuckslvt]

fae seduction by aphrodisiac spells, prolonged tease and denial, subsequent gangbang

unbelievable. you had heard the stories as many times as anyone since your teenage years. the thrilling tales about local fae folk using aphrodisiac spells to lure solitary hikers to stray off the path without even noticing until it was too late, then seducing the unwitting human traveller to set down their bearings on their lands deep in the forest, and then having their mischievous ways with the lost soul.

tall tales - nothing but, you had always thought. exciting little stories having been passed down generations at sleepover parties and such, just a ritual for young people to find creative ways to talk about sex. that's what you had always thought.

you are currently about to be proven quite wrong about that, it would seem.

what feels like just a moment ago, you had been on your planned path through the woods, but just as suddenly you had found yourself to have wandered in an inexplicably inopportune ground, definitely not on your intended route anymore. you're not entirely sure when exactly you had put down your backpack, freed yourself of your clothes and sat to lie down on the ground. there's a strange, faint, foggy feeling behind your eyes, but it's pleasant and relaxing, and you can’t bring yourself to worry about it. at the edges of your vision you catch glimpses of quick feet pitter-pattering in the leaves, and you can hear a giggle here and a chuckle there.

before you can focus on that any further, there's a tingling sensation going up your legs and wrapping around your thighs, making its way to curl around your bellybutton and then shooting down to brush right through in between your folds, and the noise that escapes your mouth at that goes almost unregistered due to your focus being on how your hips buck involuntarily and how wet you suddenly are, your cunt twitching in unison with your trembling thighs, and you can feel yourself start leaking on the moss. legs spread apart, you just wish, god, if you could get something to relieve that pressure in between, to tend to your hole, pulsing now...

you remember you have hands, but just when you think of helping yourself, there's another giggle in the bushes and then there are vines wrapped around your wrists pulling your arms up above your head, gentle but taut, giving you no chance to touch yourself.

fuck. that's not fair.

finally a small flutter of faes step out of the bushes. four? five? their eyes roam impudently all over your exposed body, from your wide eyes to your panting mouth, down your sweaty chest, pausing at your hardened nipples, and finally falling between your legs and lingering there. you pull at the vines in vain and feel another torturously sweet jolt in your cunt, and a sharp moan drags out of your throat.

you can feel your pussy pulsating, hungry, empty, like it's open, trying to clench around something. almost aching from the want, please, anyone...

but the more you whimper and squirm the funnier it seems to get for them. the group leisurely comes closer, measuring you up and down, and clearly enjoying their catch and the state they have driven you into, if their equally rock hard cocks and glistening wet pussies are anything to go by. letting out another soft whimper, you don't have it in you to feel ashamed about it so you're not even pretending. you spread your knees wider apart, looking between them and trying to find the weakest link to cave first and do something about it already.

finally one approaches you with a little more intention, kneeling and then lying down on the leaves beside you. with another dragging but playful once-over on your body, she starts pulling deliberately slow strokes up and down her leaking cock, laughing as she watches your eyes follow the motion. you pull at your vines again as if by a reflex. in vain. two others join you, settling down on the ground on your other side. one of them pulls close, grabs your tit and flicks the nipple on her sharp tongue, grinning wide when you hiss at the contact. lounging on her side, she swings her legs open for her companion to snuggle in between them and start eating her pussy like she has all day, but not before throwing a brief wicked glance at you. the one next to you keeps sucking on your tit, moaning around your nipple every so often, as her friend hums between her thighs, with her tongue deep in her cunt. god, you wish it were yours.

you buck your hips again to try and get her attention where you want it, but now another one approaches and kneels down between your spread legs. you can see her pussy is drooling just as bad as yours. she licks her lips and she bends down over you, and you think, yes, finally, please get in there, but instead of going down on your aching cunt, she licks a long slow stripe up your body, from right below your navel up to your chest, making stinging circles around your other nipple.

your eyes roll back at the sensation, hot and frustrating at the same time, but you don't miss the movement of her friend - another one - stepping closer behind her, sneering at your plight with their cock in full mast and twitching. next thing you know they proceed to kneel down behind their friend crouching over you and working on your nipples, and then you feel the tip of their cock brushing against your soaked cunt. it twitches and begs for them to push in, but just when you think they're going to give it to you, they pull back just to shift and slip into their friend's pussy instead.

at their first thrust in, she moans around your left nipple, together with the other one having her pussy ate next to you, and the vibrations shoot down to your cunt and make you moan with them. the cocky one on their knees picks up the pace thrusting in and their friend gasps against your tits, her breaths in sync with the wet sounds of her pussy stretching and her friend's hips tapping against her own. when she's too overwhelmed to keep sucking on your nipples, her friend grabs her around the chest and pulls her up against their chest and you have a full view of what you're missing. their cock thursting in an out, stretching her pussy and bulging her stomach, her eyes closed and mouth open. they chuckle with a huff and look at you in the eye as she tenses up and cums shaking around them, gushing her juices all over your abandoned cunt.

pulling out still hard and throbbing, the one with the sneer helps their friend off your lap and grabs you by the knees, giving you an approving once-over and throwing a glance at the one who had been the very first to sit down next to you to stroke her cock at the sight of you. she gives a leisurely nod back and shifts closer, while the other bends your knees up and turns them to the side, helps you arch your back and place the leg on top on their shoulder. buzzing and helpless, open and exposed, practically screaming to be filled, you watch with your heart racing as everyone moves closer.

holding up your leg, the cocky one spreads you impossibly more open and they’re not playing anymore. shoving their cock all the way in they look from your stretching cunt to your hazy eyes and slack mouth, and they smirk. the first thrust in makes you cry out in both relief and desperation, praying for a pounding that makes up for the prolonged denial. that thought is promptly interrupted by another vice grip on your hips and a second cock pushing in you from behind. together they start pumping in and out, in a determined but deliberately uneven rhythm, with some thrusts pushing in at the same time and with the next few one cock pulling out as the other shoves in. it’s overwhelming, almost too much, but it's so good you think you could pass out from it. that doesn't happen, but when the two others from the flutter each suck a nipple in their mouth and roam their hands everywhere that's not already touched, while the two cocks stretch you wide and bulge through your abdomen, and you lie there folded and your hands tied up and can only take it, you feel like you're floating out of your skin. you hear your own moans as if from somewhere afar, and you don't want it to stop, but you can also feel the sweetest pressure starting to curl and build up at your core, and, fuck- god, yes- please, please-

somehow on top of it all there's a circling touch on your clit, which must be red and swollen judging bt the way that contact makes your mind blinding white, and you scream, feeling yourself cum a fountain that squirts all over that hand and the cocks still pumping in without mercy, until through your shaking and clenching aftershocks you can feel the spurts of hot cum shooting up deep inside you, and after carefully throbbing every last drop in, they finally pull out, leaving you spent and panting on the ground. at the edges of your awareness you feel the last few gentle caresses over your sweaty skin, one last playful pinch on your nipple, and the lightest brush against your sore cunt, and then they’re gone. the vines around your wrists loosen up to let your hands slip free, and you come to, looking around in the wilderness with no sight of anyone even having been there.

[transpecter]

giant submissive werewolf boyfriend lapping at my cunt and pathetically humping the mattress until he cums everywhere WHEN

[creaturefuckslvt]

another visit from your mysterious ghost companion. did it bring a friend?

you'd like to say you were ready this time round, and in a way you were, to be fair, as you kept yourself wet just with hope and anticipation for another visit from your mysterious nightly intruder. however, nothing could have really prepared you for the way you were grabbed and hoisted up out of your bed, first to sit up in midair, then pressed back against what you could only guess was its chest as it stood still and folded your knees up against your own chest, spreading your legs apart and making you look at yourself in the full-body-sized mirror on your bedroom wall.

as if you hadn't already been nearly dripping down your thighs, the surreal sight of yourself in the mirror, propped up in the air and just waiting to take whatever it decided to give you this time - seemingly untethered, yet feeling the presence against your back and the strong hold onto your thighs - makes your cunt quiver and your breathing grows heavier.

that something must be taking note, as the next thing you feel is the tip - just the tip - of its cock being brushed against your cunt, back and forth, making a wet sound in the quiet room, covered only by your immediate needy gasping. held up in its vice grip as you are, there's nothing you can do to make it put it in already, for god's sake, but before you get the chance to even plead, you feel it lifting you up and lowering you back down, its cock slowly pushing into a different hole entirely. moaning out both from surprise and the stretch itself, you gather your breaths as the ghost keeps on slowly moving you up and down, pushing in a little bit deeper at every thrust, until you relax enough for it to finally bottom out and fill you up.

with a long exhale, you look at yourself hazily in the mirror, and your eyes shift from the indentations on your thighs that imply the grip of strong hands, to the space over your shoulder where there should be a face but isn't, to your own soaked crotch, with your ass wide open on the ghost's cock but your cunt still desperately twitching, hoping for the same treatment.

the ghost is not taking the hint, so you're just going to help yourself, but as you reach down, something stops and grabs your hands, squeezing your wrists together as if zip-tied. before you can react with anything more than another surprised gasp, there's a hot breath on your cunt and- wait- is that a tongue--? your head is buzzing and you try to work out how the fuck has it got its cock up your ass while it is eating you out in front. but then you realise. that is definitely another ghost, another pair of hands, one of which is holding your wrists, and now the other grabbing your hip, and now, that is indeed a hot tongue licking through your soaked folds and following that with a circle around your achingly swollen clit.

writhing and throwing your head back against the shoulder behind you, you're still transfixed to the sight of it all in the mirror. you see your pussy lips moving as the ghost kneeling between your thighs must be sinking its tongue between them, and then in you, all the while the other one is keeping you hoisted and slowly fucking your ass, stretching it wide. all you can do is stare and take it, but you're still hoping for more, and just when you feel your orgasm starting to curl inside you, the tongue working your entrance pulls away, and you could scream, but it's swiftly replaced by the tip of another cock and a presence against your chest as that cock pushes in where you need it, huge but easy. the noise that escapes you at being stretched out wide in both holes at the same time sets something off in your spirits, and now you're being fucked with abandon back and front, without mercy, until there's what you can only guess is a thumb pressing on your clit, and you cum, and you cum, clenching around both cocks throbbing inside you. for a moment you just pant, head fuzzy and soft, basking in the energy surrounding you. eventually you feel them pull out slowly, leaving you spent and empty. you're placed back in your bed and quietly left alone in the dark. you fall sleep.

kind of a continuation to these ghostly incidents, icymi!

[aroused-arachnid]

Imagine you're out on the lake with your friends. You're all swimming about and splashing each other and having a good time. You'd occasionally feel something brush up against you, but you quickly shrugged it off to be fish or plants. Eventually, you begin to feel something sliding up your leg while you're swimming in place talking to your friends. You think nothing of it and try to ignore it.

That's until, without warning, you feel a big thick tentacle quickly work it's way past your swim bottoms into your cunt. Quickly thrusting deep into you without warning while another tentacle holds firmly onto one of your ankles. You try to hide your reaction from your friends as you struggle to swim with less mobility, so another tentacle wraps itself around your waist to hold you up. You try your best to not make any noise and continue the conversation with your friends, how could you even explain what was going on without sounding crazy or embarrassing yourself. You feel the tentacle pounding you ruthlessly and pressing right against your cervix with each thrust making it harder to hide your reactions.

It gets even harder as you feel another tentacle slide into your ass, the creature now pounding you from both ends. You try to struggle away, but the creature just holds you even more firmly and thrusts harder. Moments later, you feel a warm, thick substance filling your ass and you know instantly it's a preview of what's to come. Before you can properly react the tentacle begins spurting a thick sticky load right into your womb. Your abused cunt orgasms pathetically around it as it overflows just under the surface.

Just as quickly as it enters you, it exits and flees, leaving you embarrassed, hoping none of your friends noticed that. Little did you know they all noticed and thought it was hot <3

[drippidog-deactivated20260214]

need to be a cult sacrifice but in a kinky way

i want to be bathed by a couple of the cult’s acolytes, their hands sliding across my skin gently. for some reason, it feels like their touch lingers just a little longer in some areas…

they dress me in silky white robes and bring me to a room lit only by candlelight and the light streaming through the red stained glass windows. my footsteps echo on the marble floors

they lay me down upon a spotless altar, and my heart races, as i’m sure my end is near. the acolytes strip me of my robes as the cult leader and a few more members gather for the ritual. i press my thighs together, trying to ignore the way my tdick has hardened from such attention

the ritual begins. just as the cult leader begins to speak, there are hands kneading my chest, fingers rubbing between my legs and spreading them wider. all i can focus on is staying still and quiet - i don’t understand why they’re touching me so intimately, but surely i shouldn’t fight it or interrupt the leader’s speech.

the hands retreat once my cunt is leaking and my tdick twitching. i blink, and suddenly there’s a dark figure on top of me - its form is hard to make out in the dim light. before i can even feel fear, there’s something entering me slowly, stretching my cunt in a way that makes me whimper. there’s no time to adjust before it’s pumping in and out of me, using my body like a fleshlight.

i’m squirming and whining, and the entity reaches down to keep me still while it starts to thrust into me faster and faster. after what feels like hours of being pounded, warm, thick fluid coats my insides.

the entity slowly disappears from view. i’m left panting and leaking its cum, feeling thoroughly used

seems like the ritual was a success

[girl-pptx]

i need a ghost to lift up my skirt, move aside my underwear and fuck my tight hole every time bend over,, god i wanna be stretched by some invisible cock. totally defenseless to it grabbing and groping my ass and tits, nipples between its fingers as it pounds into me purely for my own pleasure. fuck 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[feraltboymutt]

I'm thinking of installing cameras on the trails around the kennel, uploading the links to a site that just sits running the different feeds 24/7.

I know you won't understand what's going on the first time you misbehave and instead of being taken to the correction room, or the breeding benches, you're taken outside to the back deck in just your panties and shoes.

But you'll understand when I come out of the house with metal claw rings on my hands, the band of my knot strap peeking over my jeans and my outdoor boots. Each thunk of my boots on the wood makes your shoulders a little tighter, your blood colder. The first drop of slick is going to start rolling down your thighs before I speak,

"Run."

And you've never really understood the phrase "running blind" before, but you do now. Panic turns the woods into nothing but a blur, your feet don't hurt, the leaves whipping against your nipples and slit and ass feel like nothing compared to the fear screaming in your lungs. When I catch you with my claws in your shoulder, whip you off your feet onto the hard dirt the adrenaline won't let you feel anything at first. Just gasping shock and terror when my hand finds your throat and my claws run up your leg. That moment is always enough for me to force your legs apart, the true punishment knowing how wet this made you when my knot slides in. You never get a chance to run again or protest, fear melting into the pleasure of being caught prey fucked full by something stronger than you. Better than you.

And then I'll turn your face up to the trail cam, dirt smearing with your tears and drool. Who knows who's watching, but you're just a fucking animal sobbing mindless on my cock.

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Doctor’s Orders

“Miss, please follow me into the exam room.”

I look up to see a sweet nurse smile at me and wave me over. I smile back at her and stand up from the waiting room chair, following her through the doors of the clinic. She leads me into a standard exam room and after giving me quick instructions to take off my clothes and get comfortable, she leaves me, promising the doctor will be here to see me shortly.

I look around the sterile room, taking in framed stock images tastefully arranged along the walls and the stack of various medical pamphlets about STDs and safe sex. I take a deep breath and start to undress. I’ve waited so long to come see this doctor and I’m not going to let my nerves get the best of me now. The doctor I’m here to see is a specialist in anorgasmia, the inability to orgasm.

I’ve never been able to achieve orgasm, no matter what I’ve tried. Numerous partners have tried, I’ve purchased countless toys and lubricants, even going as far as trying hypnosis. Nothing has worked and I had almost given up hope when I’d stumbled across this doctor and his specialty.

It took months for me to get an appointment, and the screening process was incredibly intensive. Apparently, he’s extremely selective in the patients he chooses to see so when I got the call that he was willing to fit me into his schedule, I was ecstatic. Maybe I can finally say goodbye to my inability to orgasm.

A soft knock at the door startles me and I watch as the doctor opens the door and steps into the room, letting the door swing shut behind him. He’s younger than I thought he’d be. I’d been picturing a middle-aged man, maybe with some greying hair and glasses. Instead, he’s handsome, fit, and I can see the sparkle in his eyes as he greets me cheerfully.

“Good afternoon! I’m sorry for the wait but I hope you’re comfortable! It is lovely to meet you.” His voice is smooth, comforting, and when I extend my hand out to shake his outstretched one, his touch is gentle but strong.

I smile back at him, feeling some of my previous anxiety fade away. “No worries at all, I’m happy to be here.”

I watch as he opens grabs a chair and sits in front of the computer, logging in to pull up my medical chart. “Now, let’s see here, you’re here for anorgasmia I see.” I feel my cheeks flush at the clinical way he’d said it and he catches my blush as he glances up from the computer screen.

He gives me a comforting smile, “Don’t be embarrassed. A lot more women experience anorgasmia than people think, and it’s something that we can fix. I promise, there is nothing to be embarrassed about here.”

I give him a small smile back, the sincerity in his words soothing me.

“Now, I know you filled out a very long questionnaire already and I’ve already reviewed that so we’re going to get right to a physical exam to start.” He pushes away from the computer and stands up, walking over to where I’m sitting on the exam table.

“Can you take off your bra and underwear for me, please?” I nod, steeling my nerves before following his instructions. My nipples immediately harden into peaks at the cold air of the exam room and I feel so exposed with my entire body naked in front of him.

He unhooks stirrups from the bottom of the exam table and clicks them into place. “Prop your feet into there for me and spread your legs,” his voice is purely professional and I do what he asks. Placing my feet into the stirrups leaves me completely exposed and a small shiver goes through me as cold air brushes against my core.

“Now lean back and look up at the ceiling for me. We’re going to start with just a simple physical exam to make sure everything is normal anatomically. Then, we’ll move on to a few other tests for sensation and sensitivity. If at any point you have questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?” He looks at me with care and I nod back, feeling comforted by his words and clear attentiveness.

He rolls his chair to between my propped-up legs and takes a seat, facing me. “My hands are a little cold but don’t worry, we’ll warm up in no time.” I let out a gasp when his indeed cold hands come to rest on my thighs. His fingers are gentle as he brushes against my center, his movements confident as he pokes and prods around.

I stay still as I feel him gently pull me apart, letting cold air rush against my core and clit. I bite back a gasp at the sensation. I feel him press against my clit, maneuvering my clit hood out of the way to reveal the bud. A swipe of his finger against my exposed bundle of nerves makes me jolt and I let out a sharp gasp this time.

“Sorry! How did that feel?” He asks, his voice apologetic.

I take a second to gather myself before answering. “It felt intense. Good but almost a little overwhelming.”

“Hm, that’s good,” he says, “That means you have a fair amount of clitoral sensitivity. We’ll do a more in-depth examination later but it’s a good sign.”

I hear the scrape of his chair against the floor and glance up to see his standing. “I’m going to grab some lubricant and we’ll do an internal exam next.” I nod and watch as he squirts a dollop of lube onto his fingers.

He settles himself back in between my legs and I shiver at the cold feeling of the lube. He’s purely professional as he spreads the lube over me and slowly works a single finger into me. I bite my lip to tamp down any sounds I want to make.

“I’m going to test your g-spot next,” he says and I feel his finger crook upwards inside of me, brushing against the spongy clump of nerves inside of me. The sensation shoots through me and I led out a slow breath.

“That’s it, you’re doing really well. Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” His fingers scissor inside of me and I let out a soft whimper. “Does that feel good?” His voice comes out in a lower register than before. “Come on, use your words. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me how it feels.”

I whimper again, “Mm yes, it feels good.”

“Good, so you have no problems with vaginal arousal and lubrication,” he says, his voice almost a purr now. “Don’t hold back, we want to make sure you’re giving your full reaction to everything that’s happening to help me understand what’s happening here.”

At his words, I let out another whimper, feeling the slow drag of his fingers against the sensitive walls of my pussy. He presses his fingers against my g-spot again and my back arches as pleasure shoots through me.

“Tell me, is this level of sensitivity and sensation reflective of how you normally feel during intercourse?” I take a second to catch my breath and think before I answer him.

“I think so, I’m usually pretty sensitive to sensation, it just never seems to culminate into an orgasm. A lot of times, I get too overstimulated to continue and I can’t cum.”

“Hm, I see,” his voice takes on a more contemplative tone. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I almost want to whimper at the loss.

“Well, I have a few theories but I’m going to do a more hands-on test to get a clearer answer of what we’re dealing with here. Lie back for me and relax.”

I lean my head back, staring up at the ceiling of the room and I feel him walk away for a second. He reappears at my side for a moment, and suddenly, I feel something encircle my wrist and hear a click. I jerk in surprise, glancing down to see that he’d cuffed me down to the table. My eyes meet his and smiles at me.

“Don’t worry, this is just to keep you still during the examination. The less movement there is from you, the easier it is for me to do my job. If at any point, you feel uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll stop, okay?” His words soothe the panic that rose up in my chest at the idea of being restrained and I give my consent. He smiles at me and makes quick work of clicking my other wrist into a cuff. Next, my ankles are strapped down to the stirrups and my thighs held apart by more cuffs. There’s even one that goes around my waist to keep my torso still.

“Good, how do you feel? Are any of the restraints hurting you?”

I shake my head in response, “No, I’m okay.”

He smiles at me again and I watch him open a drawer from across the exam room. “We’re going to introduce some equipment to help me get a better gauge of what we’re dealing with here.” My eyes widen as I watch him pull out several industrial looking sex toys.

“Let’s start with clitoral stimulation,” he says, setting down the toys except for one. He shows me the toy, it looks almost like an electric toothbrush with a wider body and a very thin head. “This is a very precise vibrator. Most commercial vibrators people tend to purchase have a much larger surface area, which can be very good for folks who are highly sensitive in all areas, but it doesn’t offer much precision in targeting specific parts of the clitoris. This one doesn’t have that problem since it has a much smaller head. Now this one is also pre-set to have 10 very well-calibrated intensity settings. Depending on your reaction to each setting, I can make better conclusions about your clitoral sensitivity. We’re going to go through the settings from low to high and I want you to continue to be vocal and tell me what you’re feeling, okay?”

I nod, “Okay, but what if I get too overstimulated?”

He gives me a comforting smile, “Just tell me and we’ll stop and re-evaluate if it happens.”

I nod again and he sits back down between my legs to get started.

I hear the toy click on, presumably at the first level based on the low, quiet buzzing sound its emitting. I gasp when I feel his fingers gently pull my pussy apart to reveal my clit, already erect and throbbing from his earlier treatment.

A moan escapes from my throat when I feel the toy make first contact. It feels so much more intense than any other toy I’ve ever had. The precision of the toy and the ease in which he handles it means that the vibrations are pressed right against my exposed clit, forcing the collection of raw nerves to submit to the sensations.

“How’s that?” He asks, his voice making me scramble to get ahold of myself to give a coherent response. “It feels so intense but in a good way.”

“Good, that’s good. Just relax and let yourself feel.” He murmurs, keeping the vibrator pressed tightly against me.

My eyes drift shut as I feel the sensation overtake me. The pleasure is forming a haze around my mind, every thought getting chased away by the feeling between my legs.

I hear his voice again, “I’m going to increase to the second setting. Just stay relaxed for me.”

I let out a whimper in response as the toy clicks up a level. The pleasure intensifies but there’s also a building sensation of raw overstimulation that is starting to arise. We’re nearing the point where I would normally stop and take a break but I don’t want to tell him that yet. I want to let him keep going, because maybe today is the day I finally get to cum.

I bite back a whine and clench my fists at my sides.

“Increasing to level 3 now.” He says, resting a hand on my thigh as his other one holds the toy firmly against me. The increase this time makes a cry rip out of me and my eyes fly open to meet his.

“Ah- it’s so much, I’m getting overstimulated.” I whimper out, my hands clenching and unclenching in an effort to control myself. He nods but doesn’t make any move to pull the toy away or decrease the setting.

“Try and tough it out for me for a bit more, I want to see if we can overcome the overstimulation.” He gives me a comforting smile and gently pats my thigh.

I take a deep breath and nod, letting my eyes drift shut.

“Increasing to level 4 now,” he says and the vibrator switches to a higher intensity before I can protest.

“Wait! Wait, please, just give me a moment, please!” I gasp out as the sensations shoot through me entire body. He shakes his head, “You’re doing great, just relax and let it happen.”

I whine as tears are gathering in my eyes. I’m walking the very thin line of pain and pleasure as the vibrator forces breathtaking feeling onto me while riding my nerves to the sharp edges of overstimulation. I hear his voice again and my heart drops when I register his words. “Increasing to level 5.”

A scream bursts out of me as all of the sensations compound and increase. It’s too much, I can’t do this. I can’t tell if I’m close to cumming, I just know that I’ve been absolutely thrown over my threshold for sensation and I can’t take anymore. I sob out my begs to my doctor.

“Please! No more, please stop! STOP! It’s too much! I can’t take it!” My body is shaking and I’m fighting with everything I have against the restraints but nothing gives. His hand on my thigh has turned into an iron grip, holding me down so I can’t even shift my hips to escape the relentlessly accurate vibrations.

“PLEASE! STOP!” I sob. There’s nothing to save me. He doesn’t listen, he might’ve said something to me but I’m too far gone to hear. All I know is the torturous pleasure dominating every single nerve of my body.

Beneath the horrible overstimulation, I feel a warm thread of something else. Something pulsing through my body, filling me with pure pleasure. I whimper as the feeling starts to build, my every muscle seeming to tighten in response to it.

There’s a knot building in my stomach, spreading throughout my body. Coupled with the overstimulation, I feel ravaged and decimated, every nerve pulled bare and shocked by the live wire of sensation that’s forced upon me. Before I can even begin to articulate it, I feel the vibrator kick up another setting and I scream as it shatters me.

I cum. For the first time in my life, I cum. My scream seems to shake the very foundation of the building we’re in as the pleasure, pain, and sensation flood my body, every cell of my body bursting with it. I can’t do anything except ride the relentless wave of pleasure, my entire body a slave to the whims of that horrible, terrible, delicious, mind-altering pleasure.

I slowly come down from the high of my first orgasm, gasps shaking my body as my mind struggles to reengage with reality. I blink tears out of my eyes, and I look up to see my doctor standing over me, holding the toy that he’s mercifully removed from my clit.

“Good job, sweet girl,” he purrs, running his hand up my thigh to cup my pussy gently. The soft motion is enough to make me whimper. “How did that feel, darling?” The terms of endearment make me pause but I’m too hazy to really digest it all.

I clear my throat and swallow, my voice raw from the screaming and begging. “I- It felt really good but it was so much,” I whisper, “I don’t know if I can do that again.”

He smirks and suddenly, I’m hit with a wave of uncertainty. There’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there previously and it makes me nervous. Something about the way he is looking at me is so different now than earlier, with his cool professionalism and niceties. Now, I feel like a specimen under a microscope and he, the scientist who plans on dissecting me.

“I think, I think I need a break. Can we finish this appointment another time?” I murmur, pulling slightly at my restraints and looking at him.

He lets out a low laugh that makes my skin pebble with nerves. “Oh no, now that I know what the problem is, I can’t let you leave until we fix it. What kind of doctor would I be if I let my patients leave without being cured?”

I shake my head, “I don’t understand,” I whisper. “You made me cum, doesn’t that mean I’m cured?”

He smirks at me and he slides a finger into my pussy, making me gasp. “Not at all, we’ve proven that you indeed can orgasm, but there is still much to be examined in terms of the extent of your orgasms. Plus, we have several more levels of this vibrator to get through and we haven’t even begun to work on your pussy and g-spot yet.”

My eyes widen at his words and the curling feeling of fear truly takes root inside of me. “Wait no, please, I don’t want to continue with any of that anymore. Please, just let me go!”

The look on his face is one of glee as he sees my terror become apparent. “Now now, you don’t want to leave against my medical advice, do you? Plus, darling, you consented to following through with my professional recommendations when you signed up to be a patient. There’s no backing out of this now. And especially when I know how sensitive of a whore you are, darling.” He chuckles.

I whimper, “Please, no, I don’t want this.”

He bends down to lean in close to me. “Well, I don’t give a shit about what you want. You are the most unique case of sensitivity I’ve ever seen, and I plan to take full advantage of that while I have you here. So be a good girl for me and enjoy this.” He presses his lips to the side of my neck and the feeling makes me tremble.

He ignores the rest of my protests and goes back to sitting between my legs. I watch in fear as he holds up the vibrator and clicks it on. “We stopped at level 6 last time, that’s where we’ll resume. And scream all you want, sweet girl, these walls are soundproof and won’t let a speck of sound through.”

I do indeed scream when he presses the vibrator against me again.

This time, there’s no build up of pleasure or stimulation. It all slams into me all at once and I writhe against my restraints as everything overwhelms me. I vaguely hear a low laugh permeate the space around me but I can’t focus enough to pick out any other noise amidst my own sobs.

My doctor stops giving me any verbal cues, not that I’m coherent enough to even understand at this point. All I know is the punishing vibrator held against my clit, ravaging my body and turning me inside out. The claws of pleasure are embedded deep into my psyche and my body is at its complete whim.

I have no idea how much time has passed or whether I even stayed conscious for the entire duration of the torture but eventually, I realize that he’s stopped. The vibrator is off but my body was still shaking from phantom sensations, every inhale of air a sharp stab, and every sob a reminder of how broken I am.

Slowly, I register the sound of his low laugh. I whimper as I blink away my tears to look at him. “You, my sweet girl, are truly remarkable. I don’t think you realize since you were so out of it, but we were at the highest setting for the past ten minutes and you didn’t even cum once. I’ve never come across someone so fucking sensitive and yet so resistant to orgasm. It’s incredible because you don’t seem to become desensitized either.”

I whimper and my voice cracks when I speak. “Please, please, just let me go. I can’t handle any more. I won’t tell anyone about this, please just stop doing this.”

He smiles at me and for a brief moment, I see the professional, nice, kind, good doctor from earlier. But all my hope is washed away when I feel his fingers press against my core again.

“I can’t do that, darling. We still have your precious pussy left to work on,” his voice is filled with excitement and it makes me want to cry because I know what is coming next and I’m not sure I will survive.

I watch him exchange the vibrator for a huge dildo. He smirks and presses a button on the underside of it and the entire thing begins to vibrate. “I think we can go ahead and skip to the higher settings here.”

Tears fill my eyes and I shake my head at him as pleas fall from my lips. He ignores me as he lines the dildo up with my core. I tremble as the vibrations make me shudder without the toy even breaching me yet.

He catches my eye and I watch as he gives me a wink and proceeds to slam the dildo home inside of me. I arch my back and let out a devastated cry. The toy fills me to the brim, the vibrations ravaging my sensitive walls and my g-spot in a way that makes my eyes roll back.

I’m sobbing and shaking as he drives the dildo in and out of my pussy. Every movement against my overstimulated walls tortures me. The pleasure digs its claws into me and drags me back into its embrace. My entire being submits and I feel my mind’s grasp on my sanity loosen as every single facet of my existence narrows to pleasure.

Each thrust seems to make my sensitivity grow, every single muscle in my body aching and begging for relief. I feel his hand clamp down on my thigh as the other continues to work the dildo inside of me. I want to rip myself out of my body to make this torture end but there’s nothing I can do. Every push and pull shoves my body higher and higher to a peak that I can never seem to reach. There’s no culminating release of pleasure to make this all better, no soft wash of an orgasm to soothe every jagged nerve. There’s only him and the torturous pleasure he imparts onto my very soul.

An unfathomable amount of time later, I feel him finally turn off the toy and pull it out of me. I barely register the lewd sound of my cunt clenching around the toy, my pussy still weeping with arousal even after the devastation he brought upon me.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, are we done? Please, I can’t take anymore, please let me go.”

He brushes my hair off my forehead and he smirks at me. “Oh, sweet girl, I can’t let you go now. I’m going to be keeping you as my perfect little toy. There are still so many other things I want to try on you. I’m going to push every single limit you have until you break for me.” A soft whine escapes from me and I know there is nothing I can do to convince him otherwise. My head lolls from exhaustion and I feel my grasp on consciousness start to loosen.

The last thing I hear is his voice. “Sleep, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

[cherrybratsworld]

I'm absolutely obsessed with the idea of being intoxicated and vulnerable in public.

Maybe going to someone's house party, someone i don't know very well like a classmate and finding out i'm the only girl there.

They all treat me nicely and offer me refreshments and brownies, me saying yes to all of it like the dumb girl I am. I eat and drink without realizing they're all watching me in silence, waiting. Time passes and I can't feel my limbs, I can't even speak correctly while they put me in someone's lap "you'll be more comfortable like this" I feel hands under my top and under my skirt, I hear laughter and see flashes of light while they point their phones at my barely responsive body. Hands take away my underwear and I know I will never see it again. They touch me without removing my skirt and laugh about "easy access", they brag about how wet I am and how I must want it if the only sounds I make are moans.

I want to be pass around, left on the couch to be used when they want, lying there unresponsive while they smoke and play video games, just a doll for the night.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine having a perverted ghost obsessed with exposing you. They gradually turn you into the town whore.

It starts with your clothes disappearing. You go to your closet and all you have for bottoms are skirts. Your panties and bras disappear one by one until you just stop wearing them.

Whenever you walk by a man in public, your skirt blows up whether there's wind or not. Every man in town has seen your pussy by now. Many of them see it daily.

If you're wearing white, you can guarantee you'll have water spilled on you at some point during the day. People like to joke about your free wet tshirt contests.

Your shirt unbuttons itself while you talk to people. Most people don't mention it anymore. They just stare at your bare tits until you realize.

People in town trade the best stories of seeing you naked. That time your bikini fell off at the beach and you couldn't find it and the day the wind blew your sundress fully off at the town fair are top favorites.

Eventually, people get bolder. They start taking photos of your clothing mishaps. The ghost is always sure to hold your skirt up long enough for them to get a good shot. Pictures of your ass, tits, and pussy are everywhere.

Not only do they not tell you when your shirt falls open, people start to grope you. It's not even worth fighting it. You let them feel you up until they've had their fill. Eventually, people don't even pretend they need to talk to you. They come to see you just to play with your tits.

The ghost doesn't even need to lift your skirt anymore. People in town will lift it up just to squeeze or slap your ass.

You get used to being fingered out in public. On the bus, in line at the store, even at work. Everyone has seen your pussy anyway.

People start licking your pussy every time you ride the bus. You sit with your legs open so people can taste you on their morning commute. You don't remember what it was like to ride the bus without a tongue inside you.

Every man in town as fucked you at some point. Most of the women too. Instead of paying at the store, you bend over and let anyone present abuse your pussy. You lose count of how many men shove their dick inside you daily.

Your porn becomes the town's main export. Videos of you being fucked in every possible location are all over the internet. People travel to town just to fuck you. Instead of shaking hands, you introduce yourself by spreading your legs.

[nobelisha]

thinking abt ghost dick again

waking up to something filling me. It’s sizeable, but nothing I can’t deal with. Putting my hands to my cunt, trying to figure out whats going on and feeling, but not seeing something inside me. Slowly it starts to move until its pounding me into the bed, but when i reach down to rub my cunt, a hand cracks against my face and stops its movement inside of me. I wait for it to start up again, but it doesn’t so I get ready for work.

In the shower, the something inside me grows a little bigger, as hands begin groping my chest, leaving me moaning for more. I reach down to rub my cunt, but once again a hand cracks against my face and the hands leave my tits alone, leaving me with a slightly bigger dick inside me. I groan at the frustration but finish getting ready for work.

At work, I’m talking to a coworker when the something gets bigger again. I excuse myself to my cubicle just as a feel something sliding into my asshole. Both somethings began pumping in and out of me, leaving me to rock my hips against my chair. Reaching to rub my cunt, desperate to cum, but I’m slapped again and the pounding stops. Tears well in my eyes, but I keep rocking trying to get more stimulation, but something slides over my clit and I don’t feel anything anymore.

At home, I strip and the pounding begins right away. I fall to the floor face down, ass up, drooling as I’m pounded so good. I know now not to touch, so instead I beg. Beg for more, harder and faster and to please let me cum.

I’m nudged to the couch arm and my legs are spread over each side. The pounding resumes, harder than before. There’s something expanding inside of my ass and cunt and I began rutting against the couch arm. I move my hips back and forth, chasing my pleasure when hands grope around my tits pulling and squeezing and pinching. Moaning and begging, when I feel my release building up, the pounding speeds up and hands slap at my body. My ass, my cunt, my tits and face jiggle with the force of each slap. A hard slap to the face is what sends me over, and i cum long and hard

[jaywritesdiary]

Mommy's gonna finger you under the blanket while you're friends are over to watch a movie. Be a good girl and stay quiet so they can hear how loud your pussy gets when you're trying to be sneaky. All their little pussies will start to drip but they'll all be too scared to touch themselves...so everyone will sit, as still as they can, holding their breath, listening to you try your best not to scream as you cum in mommy's lap. You'd like that, right pet?

[claratelier]

When You Have a Pussy too Good Not to Use

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Sleeping next to him, his strong arms around you with your back pressed against his chest. Feeling safe as you get the sleep you desperately need for the first time in forever due to the insomnia. But it's different with him. It's so easy to slip into unconsciousness.

Youre not even aware of it when he pushes your panties to the side and spits on his cock, lining up to your entrance and slipping inside. He was just planning on some cockwarming, thought it would be fun to fall asleep that way. But fuck you feel so good around him and now he was so hard and he didn't even realize he was slowly moving his hips till you let out a little sound in your sleep.

His favorite sound.

Okay, just a thrust or two. Or nine. Fuck. You just feel so good. How the fuck is he supposed to stop?

Slow down, slow down-

He says that in his head as he speeds up, hands gripping your hips. He's grunting in your ear and everything, so glad you're out cold.

Until he starts hitting your cervix and you cry out, eyes fluttering open.

"Shit, sorry, baby," he groans, not stopping for even a moment, "just take it like a good girl, yeah? It'll all be over in a few minutes and you can get your beauty sleep, okay?"

And you wake up the next day tired and sore with a dripping pussy but a little smile on your face <3

[thisual]

If you're with me and your pussy is exposed, I'm going to end up fingering it.

And if you're with me, I want your pussy to always be exposed.