#lady.writes

[ladyblueloves]

It's not about orgasms.

Don't get me wrong, orgasms are great.

But they're not the point, not really. I could spend a night loving your body and if you didn't cum but you still enjoyed the exploration, the pleasure, the feeling of it, then I would still love our experience together. The point is that we knew each other for those moments, that our bodies and our spirits shared a beautiful space together in the middle of a large chaotic universe, and that we got lost in each other's much smaller universes together.

The pleasure is the destination, orgasms are just one potential stop along the way.

[ladyblueloves]

You should know that I'm going to be soft with you. I would be happy to listen to you talk about your day and encourage you, offer endless support.

Even when you need me to be mean to you, tease you, bruise you, scratch you, whatever you want, you need to know that I'm full of so much tenderness when I do. That the fingernails digging into your back and my condescending tone are laced with care. I'm going to check in. I'm going to make sure you're okay at every step. Even when you're overstimulated and sobbing and begging, I'm going to take care of you.

You should have a safe place to give yourself up to pleasure. I'm going to bring you water afterwards, draw you a bath with your favorite setup, wash your hair and hold you to my heart and soothe every mark on your skin.

Let me ruin you with softness.

[ladyblueloves]

mommy thinking about playing video games with a pretty angel between her legs. don't get too excited now, sweetheart. mommy needs to lock the fuck in. suck on my clit, but just a little, not too hard, not too fast. you have to be patient. we're going to be here for a while, baby. there you go, swirl your tongue around it. softly. slowly.

if you're good, you can touch yourself. rub those fingers over your clit while your hips grind down on the bed. but you have to stay slow for me, honey, and you have to stay quiet.

get comfortable, rest your head on my thigh. don't worry about anything except your lips around my clit, slow little licks over it, the taste coating your tongue. clear your head of everything except mommy's pussy and your pretty mouth. you'll be tasting me for hours. it'll stick to your gums and i'll lick it out of your mouth when i'm done playing.

[ladyblueloves]

okok but like she’s a brat… but she pouts, then what? >.<

A pout is not going to impress me.

Get on your knees. I'll grab your chin if I have to, make you look at me. Do not argue.

Now. Do you know how many muscles are in your face? Around your mouth alone?

Soft, teasingly, pressing the tip of my index finger against the corner of your mouth. And then, just as soft and teasingly, I'll move it over just a centimeter, press again.

And you're here and you want something and all you can manage is a pout?

All of these little muscles around your pretty little mouth, and all you could manage was sticking your bottom lip out?

I'll be so slow, the brush of my fingertip. Firm tapping on the skin around your lips.

No, my darling. If you want something, put your whole mouth into it.

Wrap your lips around my clit, and use your tongue. And I better feel every little bit of that mouth working now. You wanted to use it.

[ladyblueloves]

She sits in class, clenches at nothing. Wishes so desperately for her poor, sweet cunt to be touched. Mommy's kiss, the most special one for the most special princess. She works so hard, and she makes mommy so proud. She deserves her special kiss.

Lay down, relax, settle in. Let me ease your tension. Let me lay my lips across your skin. Let me lay my fingers into your skin, press bruises into your hips as I hold you down and kiss you, slip my tongue between your lips, press it deep into your pretty mouth.

Spread your legs for mommy, pretty girl. Open up for me. Let me press my thigh up between them and feel how wet you are, your desperation, your whimpers at the slightest pressure of my leg against you. You'll pulse a beautiful rhythm I need to feel with my tongue. I need to feel how your clit throbs when I pull back the hood, get a good long look at you. So beautiful like this, so good letting mommy touch you. Feel mommy's tongue on your clit, fast, pressure, because you can take it. You took so much today. You can take this too. Gripping your hips, holding you down.

Mmm, I want to slap your pussy while you writhe. Your little gasps. Mommy's gonna fuck you with her tongue, princess, scratch every inch of you that she can. Mark you so you know you're mine. So when you walk tomorrow, you remember mommy's fingers inside you, how they curl. You're so good, baby, you've earned this. Mommy's so proud of you and she needs you to feel it when she sucks on your clit, when she smacks your ass, your thighs, anything she wants. Good girl. Good princess. Mommy likes you desperate.

@tinyanduntamed

[ladyblueloves]

I want your taste in my mouth.

Yes, the taste of you when you're wet and aching. The taste of you clenching around my tongue, against my lips. Pour your pleasure into my mouth like cream and honey. I want to lick my teeth and taste the remnants of your undoing.

But let me taste the rest of you, too. The sweat on your neck. The shell of your ear. The crease between your thigh and hip, where the skin meets when I push your legs up.

I would taste your mouth. Suck on your tongue and we can share your taste buds.

Give me a small taste and let me devour you.

[ladyblueloves]

To be your mortar and pestle.

I am your mortar. A deep well, rounded out and ready for you. My hands cupped around the opening to capture what you are becoming when you come apart. If you would give yourself to the mortar, to its shape, to the way it would hold the all of you, as you surrender to the way a flower petal can be ground down gently into small pieces but still maintain its scent, its color, its essence.

Stain my fingers with you. Let me lick them clean. Kiss me and know the the color of you against my lips.

And oh, my dear. Oh, the pestle. If I am containing all of you, it is because the pestle presses you into me. The mortar begs for you, and the pestle provides. Steady stone that knows how to push, the little grooves, the shape of the mortar. How to keep you safe there.

Part your lips, let the pestle slip inside. Know how delicious you are on both of us.

The mortar slides gentle fingers around you, and the pestle presses you into our care, and you will be beautiful there the way you are everywhere.

[ladyblueloves]

Look at you princess, so pretty underneath me, panting, writhing. So needy, full of want, desperate for me to touch you. You don't even know what you want, do you? You can't even tell me, huh?

I hover over you, my thigh between your legs. Close, but not where you need me. You're bursting with tension, longing for release, and your hips rise off the bed. Needy, seeking more.

Please, you say. A breathless gasp. Your hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me in.

I make you wait.

I want my fingers inside slowly. One at a time. Even less. Just the tip of my index finger first. Mommy decides what you get and when you get it. So you can have this, not even an inch of one single finger.

You're so pretty when you whine, when you can't stop wanting more.

Princess, angel, sunshine, I need to know you in the smallest measurement possible. One little bit at a time. Let me draw the infinite from you in milimeters.

You can have another knuckle while I kiss you, while I suck on your bottom lip. Because I decided that it's time.

Be good, just stay there looking pretty while I unravel you.