#hurmeliwrites

[hurmeli]

I’m not one of those girls with perky symmetric tits and a high-pitched moan. Not one who has to fake an orgasm or shake my ass in a way resembling twerking to get cock. I do not want to be one either. I enjoy having to spread my cheeks open with my hands so that he can get as deep as physically possible. I enjoy the way he looks in awe at my tummy bouncing in rhythm with my boobs as i ride him. I moan breathy and real, i cum real too. None of that pretending shit.

[hurmeli]

I hold up the pink ruffled dress in the hanger and place it against my body. He shakes his head. I throw it on the bed next to us and hold up a sweater and jeans. He shakes his head and makes a face that screams ’are you fucking serious?’ i grunt and hold up a yellow sundress. He thinks for a moment and my hopes start to go up. He reaches out and straightens the hem but shakes his head. I grunt once again, sit on the bed and point to the closet ”you choose then!” he smirks and says ”thought you’d never ask” as he walks inside. I mumble something inaudible under my breath about him being a brat and indecisive.

He emerges from the closet with his t shirt i’ve stolen and a specific pair of panties, which i recognise. The vibrator ones. They were a secret. They were the ones i wore before we even met, before there was a breathing human who could make my legs shake and make me forget my own name. "Oh i- those-" i start but he interrupts me by throwing the t shirt onto my head, it covering my face. I reach up to take it off my head but he catches my wrist before i have a chance to. "Keep it." he demands and i have no choice but to comply. I nod "Yes Sir." and bite my lip. I can't see a thing he's doing. I hear him drop to his knees in front of me. I feel his fingers under the soft fabric of my panties and he lowers them onto the floor. My dripping cunt is met with the cool air of the bedroom.

"Left." i lift my left leg and he moves the fabric over my left foot and slips in the new panties. "Right." we repeat the action with my right leg. He lifts the new panties so they rest comfortably on my hips. "Good girl." he says as he moves the panties aside and shoves two of his big fingers inside my soaked cunt without any warning. I gasp and grab a fistful of his hair for support. He thrusts in and out and curls his fingers inside me, practically rearranging my insides.

By the time i'm barely holding it together anymore, he's connected the vibrator to his phone. He turns it on. My knees buckle as i cum and he barely catches me in time. He lifts me onto the bed where i shake in rhythm with the vibrator. He stands over the bed, crosses his arms and just watches me.

[hurmeli]

About me <3

I don’t wanna post my age here, you can ask in dms and i’ll choose if i tell you or not, and you should respect whichever answer :)

Finnish

Sub

blonde hair, green eyes, mid/plus size

I’m new to the bdsm and kink world, and i like to explore. I’m still not sure what i like and what i don’t, so hmu and i’ll decide. Here’s what i’ve gathered so far.

Main kinks:

praise

degrading (within reason)

bondage

semi-public places

daddy / babygirl dynamic

older men

voice kink

interested in:

edging

orgasm denial

anal

dd/lg

hard no’s:

knife-/fire-/gunplay

vomit (on purpose)

blood

incest

eating disorders

not consensual (rape, sleeping)

branding

other things worth mentioning:

MDNI.

bi-curious

My first language is not english + i’m new to this so pardon me for any mistake i make. Give constructive critism but don’t be mean :)

if you think that a woman’s body is flawless and symmetrical, get off ph and go touch some fucking grass.

stuff i’ve written is under #hurmeliwrites

[hurmeli]

I stare up at you, my legs over your shoulders, clamped with leg cuffs behind your head. My hands are tied up over my head, my tits on full display. My wrists hurt slightly from the rope rubbing on them with every thrust you make.

What means to come out as ”thank you Sir that feels so good, i’m your slut to use” really comes out as muted muffles around the gag in my mouth. You smirk. I’m here, laying on my back and getting my insides rearranged, not being able to move or talk, and you smirk. ”What’s that, princess?” you mock. Oh how i love when you mock me.

I feel my release building up, the pillow under my hips creating too much pressure for me to handle. I clench around you, and you notice. You shake your head and tsk me. You pull out and i whine at the missing sense of fullness and pleasure. You drop onto your knees on the floor in front of me and kiss my clit, your lips barely grazing the sensitive nub. I jerk upwards at the contact, shaking. You put your big hand on my lower stomach and press me back down against the bed. ”Please Sir” i try to mumble against the gag.

You get up and trail gentle kisses from my inner thighs to my neck, each of them making me shiver. You reach up and loosen the rope around my wrists just enough for me to slip out. ”On your knees.” you command and i comply. My hands find their place behind my back, that’s the rule; no touching if knees are on the ground. I open my mouth and you put two of your fingers in. I suck them instinctively and you pull them out with a small ’pop’ sound. You replace your fingers with your cock, and you thrust.