#rosiethoughts

[anotherprettyfemme]

not to flirt or anything, but i’d educate myself on your interests just so we could talk about them.

[rosiethoughts]

i forgot about her birthday 🥲 but luckily she doesnt care because shes a dog

she's nine years old!

[anotherprettyfemme]

i have so much tenderness saved up for someone i’ve never met. i hope she’s somewhere out there..wondering where all this love is supposed to go, too.

[anotherprettyfemme]

accidentally whimpering “my mommy, my mommy” while she’s fucking me.

“oh..your mommy, baby? is somebody feeling possessive? want mommy all to yourself?” her voice slow, sickeningly sweet and condescending in the best way.

and suddenly my eyes are dark and i’m nodding “mhmm, mine. all mine mommy,” and she’s pumping hard and fast, in and out of my dripping cunt.

“all yours, baby.”

[anotherprettyfemme]

i just hope one day you find a person who makes the world feel a little lighter. someone who helps you discover the little joys you may not have gotten to have when you were younger..and who never makes you feel embarrassed for finding happiness in simple, childlike things.

i hope they hold your face in their hands and give you gentle kisses across your cheeks and the tip of your nose and tell you they’re proud of you. not because you’ve earned it..but because they see how hard you’ve tried. how far you’ve come.

and i hope they dance with you for no reason, and make you laugh so much your stomach hurts..and meet that softness you have with their own. that they never make you feel small for needing reassurance, or affection or gentle words.

that they make sure you understand that those needs aren’t burdens, they’re just places where love gets to show up.

on swing sets, and slow dances in the kitchen, and stargazing on a trampoline.

[anotherprettyfemme]

i’ve got to pee so badly but i’m comfy in bed,

it’d be a shame if i had someone who kept me distracted..who would pin me down and tease me until i was a whimpering, needy mess.

who spoke to me in the most condescending way possible while i’m wiggling around. the pressure making everything feel so good.

someone who’d press inside me, their strap curling up and making me whine. clenching around it.

hearing those broken little sobs “too much, s’too…so much fuck fuck fuck” but instead of slowing down, you’d speed up. your mind overwhelmed with the possibilities. because having that control. primal control over someone else’s body. god, that was good.

watching me freeze when it first happened. eyes wide and cheeks burning, damp with tears. “shit shit i’m s-sorry, c-can’t” rambling broken apologies. thighs trying to clench together. feeling the way your hands flatten over them, pushing them down into the bed, keeping me there. because this was exactly where you wanted me.

all of it, so wet..making those delicious noises every time you slipped in and out. glistening.

“i know you can’t baby,” you cooed, thrusting hard again and i moaned. too lost in it. too far gone.

the way my legs would shake, tears spilling over but even then..you could see how much i wanted it. rocking my hips back against you, feeling the way it’d hit my bladder from the inside making me lose it just a little more each time. soaked before i’d even cum. sobbing pathetically, your thumb working circles on my clit.

“aw baby, you’re so full..you don’t even know what you want do you?” i heard you say and a sob bubbled over, eyes pinched shut as i shook my head.

“f-feels so..” i trailed off, hiccuping as my hips rolled. you buried inside me. “fuck, s’so good mommy please-..” i whimpered. so desperate. so full and aching and needy.

“that’s okay baby..let it go, i’ve got you..mommy’s got you” you breathed, your voice thick with need. seeing the way i so easily unraveled for you. every time. the way those pretty tears slipped down my temples, soaking the pillow underneath me. your cock slick with me, all of me.

and finally, the way my back arched..hands grasping at the sheets, your biceps..anything i could grab. “o-oh god, fuck f-fuck i’m-mommy, i” rambling incoherently through sobs.

“i know baby, you’re doing so good..let me see you ruin yourself for me.”

[anotherprettyfemme]

want a dom to fuck me with their fingers, buried so deep inside me that i’m seeing stars. watch the way i push back..as if im trying to get them deeper, whimpering when i realize they’re all the way in.

getting all whiny and impatient and feeling the sting when they smack my pussy for being such a needy slut. that sharp pain radiating across my clit, the one that makes those pretty tears well up in my eyes while they tease me for crying already.

“let me see those pretty tears baby,” as they grab my face so i cant hide them..gasping when they shove their fingers back inside.

[anotherprettyfemme]

i think i’d always been a bit..easily distracted. so really, it was your fault for taking advantage of it, wasn’t it?

handing me drink after drink, “you’ve got to stay hydrated pretty girl,” you’d remind me and i’d nod along, fingers curling around whatever drink you’d given me and taking a sip. feeling your eyes watch my throat as i swallowed.

eventually, we’d found ourselves tangled up together in bed. my leg thrown lazily over yours and head resting on your chest as i half listened to whatever movie you’d turned on. i hadn’t noticed yet, the way my hips pressed down, rocking almost unconsciously. shifting again..and again.

my brow furrowed absentmindedly as you watched. it was almost too easy, wasn’t it? my bottom lip was tugged between my teeth, too comfy too move. especially with the way your hands had travelled down my spine, drawing mindless patterns on my warm skin. thumbing up my side and giving my hip a squeeze making me gasp.

“stop,” i laughed softly, a feeble attempt made at moving your hands. though we both knew i wanted them on me. always.

completely distracted from the movie now, and soon we’d found ourselves in a rather, compromising position. my hands pinned under yours above my head, fingers interlacing. lips pressing against the others, soft breathy moans spilling from them while i felt your body mold to mine.

i could feel my cheeks burn, eyes fluttering open, “w-wait,” i stuttered, weak. almost..embarrassed? you raised a brow, but you couldn’t seem to hide that knowing..teasing smirk that curled on the corner of your lips.

“something wrong baby?” you teased and i chewed on the inside of my cheek. my gaze dropping for a moment. too distracted to notice how id practically been rutting against your thigh. my bladder full and making my pussy ache in the best way.

“i..uh..just..need to-“ i trailed off, eyes flicking to the bathroom door. only now noticing just how badly i needed to go. attempting to cross my legs until i felt your knee move, quick. firm. keeping them apart and i whimpered, eyes wide. a soft breathy noise escaping when i felt it press against my clit and i squirmed.

“you need to what baby? use your words” you cooed, coaxing me. your fingers tracing my cheek, pressing your thumb to my bottom lip making them part instinctively.

“n-need to…you know,” i whined, rocking against your leg pathetically. clearly too embarrassed to admit it.

“oh..i see,” you smirked, feigning surprise. “do you have to pee pretty girl?” and i whined. my arm slinging over my face in a weak attempt to shield the way my cheeks burned, the cherry red color spreading up to the tips of my ears and across my nose. i could hear you chuckle, deep in your chest. and i didn’t need to uncover my eyes to know you had that cocky grin on your lips.

you traced down my arm with the pad of your finger before tugging it away softly. “aw baby, you should’ve gone earlier,” i heard you say, condescending in the best way. and i blinked once..twice.

“forgot..” i muttered, a weak excuse. i’d been far too comfortable splayed over you to move at the time. “forgot hm?” you echoed, and my cheeks burned brighter but i nodded.

and that’s how i ended up flipped over. my body pressed against the mattress as i gasped, the fullness pressing against the sheets and i whimpered. too full, too much.

“you should’ve gone then baby,” your fingers hooking around and tugging my panties off in one smooth motion making me gasp. i wiggled again, but your hand splayed across my lower back, barely applying pressure..but enough that i noticed. fuck.

“poor thing..so..” you trailed off, head tilting as you collected the wetness between my folds on your fingertips. “desperate..” i heard you hum, slow. intrigued.

“does this turn you on baby? feeling this way? look at you, so wiggly you can’t even stay still. don’t tell me you’re getting off on this?” you teased, eyes dark. shoving two fingers inside me and i gasped. my pussy clenching tightly around them to keep from losing control.

my brain went hazy, it was so much. so full, your fingers curling and pressing down with every thrust in and out.

“fuck,” i breathed, still trying weakly to escape your grasp. but part of me..didn’t want to. your fingers seemed to speed up, pleased with the response you’d pulled from me. the way my pussy tightened with every thrust, trying to hold back.

“can’t..i-..can’t it’s too-“ i tried, despite my best efforts my eyes filled with tears. it was just so overwhelming, all of it. in the best way.

“i know baby, i know..” you hummed, slowing just barely. still curling your fingers so deep inside me i swore you could feel how full i was from inside.

“but really..you should’ve gone earlier hm? right baby?” you asked and i whimpered, somewhere between a weak disagreement and a sob. my face shoved into the pillow, damp and i nodded.

“poor thing,” you tsked, fingers still pumping in and out and it was futile. the minute you felt it, warm..wet. much like the slick feeling already coating your fingers, but different. my walls clenching almost painfully around your fingers and a sob tearing from my throat. i tried to scramble up, but i felt your hand press firm on my back, keeping me there.

i knew if i really wanted to. we’d stop. so why didn’t i want to..? why didn’t you?

“aw baby, are you leaking? surely you can hold it..you’re a big girl.” i heard your voice and my bottom lip jutted out weakly. my brain short circuiting, overwhelmed.

“i’m going to finger your pretty cunt until you cum, and then…you’re going to lose control. right here for me. understand?” and my breath caught, tears blurring my vision and staining my cheeks with my mascara. i wanted to argue, it was mortifying..wasn’t it? i couldn’t just..

back arching when you hit that one spot that always made me see stars, thumb damp with all of it, pressed to my clit rubbing circles there.

“fuck, i can’t..cant, im sorry-“ i choked out, and you smiled softly. fingers still working in and out despite the way they were fully soaked. so close. everything was just so..

“come on baby, let me see just how pathetic you’re willing to be for me,” you cooed, and my mind went blank. pussy tightening around your fingers one last time before i completely lost it..in every way.