I was just enjoying my early evening, horny and needy from my previous pleasure session. And then they messaged.
A writeup featuring @soft-edging-kitties
Pictures, I'm always incredibly blushy and squirmy when I send them, but being ordered to send them? Dripping.
"Alice says... Show me your bush"
I moan. I blush. I do it. I clench down, clit throbbing already.
"Alice says... Spread that hole open"
I whimper. I buck my hips. I show them exactly what they want to see. I make a post about being ordered around making me wet, my brain already starting to slip into that space where I want to be pleasing. A perfect slut who follows orders. Shows themself off.
"Alice says.. Push a finger or two inside"
Fuck. My whole body shudders. The need to please and being ordered around almost orgasmic as is. I angle myself to get the shot right and struggle. I convey that.
"Obeying is the important part"
I love obeying. I love letting myself be a needy mindless set of holes for someone to toy around with. Speaking of toys...
"Alice says... put one in and send me a link"
I'm a mess, soaked, lightly shivering, sliding the toy in, panting. I send the link and immediately lose all sense of time. Tease after tease, edge after edge... Voice notes of my moans sent because I want to please. I'm desperate to please. Then I beg to cum. And by the beauty of existence, They let me.
Again and again, begging for more, begging to please, wanting to be so good.
"Alice says cum"
And I do. I don't remember exactly how many, even though I counted! but enough to make me squirt (which I haven't done in a long while!) I reach the point I'm barely making sense, text babbling and typos from shaking and squirming. My body just a toy being made to cum. They ask if I need a break, I assess. "Three more?"
And fuck do I get them I ended up so soaked when I went to clean up, I was dripping down my thighs. Completely wrecked and used.
"Alice says... Get yourself a drink and maybe a lil snack if needed"
Aftercare always means so much to me. Checking in, making sure that things were enjoyable. Communicating how it went, things that could be changed/adapted, what to note for next time. Then rest.
But I know my desperation never truly rests. Even typing this, I'm thinking about edging again, being ordered again, pleasing again.
eating out your soaking wet pussy, swirling my tongue around and around trying to get you over the edge, getting you to leak and gush that delicious juice all over my face, all so that i can suddenly surprise you by quickly switching to making out so you can taste exactly how wet and yummy you are
Oh, now this. This is so good. I don’t think you understand just how hard I would have to work so to not cum with a tongue on my clit. And then letting me taste myself on your lips and tongue?!? Nnnffffuck I know how good I taste, trust me, I love sucking my fingers clean between edges just to have a taste! Fuck. Yes.
