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Puppy pretending to be a rabbit
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‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight
by Emily Bronte ‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head.
it starts off innocent enough.
you’re on the couch, sitting in their lap, watching a movie together. it’s not especially interesting but you try to pay attention. Their hands have been wrapped around your waist since they pulled you into their lap as soon as you entered the room. Their head rests comfortably on your shoulder. It’s soft and lovely and you can’t help but find it sweet. You feel their hand start to move up your stomach. You shiver, still trying to pay attention as one of their hands slips up your top and grabs your breast. You let out a soft whimper at the touch. They chuckle behind you. Lazily tracing their fingers across your nipples. You whine more, arching your back into them more. They shush you, but don’t stop their ministrations. Instead, they move their other hand so it’s also teasing your other nipple. You let out a moan this time, and they shake their head. “You gotta be quiet kitten, Daddy’s watching a movie.”
You pout, “But…” one of their hands moves up to cover your mouth, and you suck their finger into your mouth on instinct.
“That’s a good girl.”
You hum happily around their fingers, barely paying attention as they wrap their legs around yours, spreading your legs open. Their free hand slides into your underwear, slowly teasing you. You groan, arching your back, your head laying on their shoulder now as they tease you with their fingers, all your noises captured by the hand on your mouth. “Mmm, so wet for me already,” they purr in your ear. Teasing you more. You whimper, you want desperately to fuck their hand but you can’t move. They grin against your neck, and begin to kiss your throat, the movie now fully forgotten. You moan behind their hand, and move your hips what little they can move as they keep their movements in your underwear as slow and shallow as possible, determined to make you wild. You’re almost near tears in your desperation. “Please,” you say muffled.
“What was that, kitten?” they ask. You groan.
“Please!” you try louder, but the words are garbled around their fingers.
They chuckle, “You know you really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full, princess. It’s not polite.”
“Daaady,” you whine. They smile at last taking pity on you and slip their fingers out of your mouth. Drool pools around your chin as you can finally speak. “Pleeease,” you beg.
“Please, what?” they ask. Their hand has stopped moving now.
“Please fuck me harder.”
“Why didn’t you just say so kitten?” they ask. In one quick movement they shove you face down into the couch. “Now don’t move baby.” You whine, ass up and exposed as they get off the couch and you hear them pad into the other room. Your heart races with excitement, you know exactly what they’re doing. You shiver and squirm but stay put. Seconds pass but feel like an eternity until finally they return, and get onto the couch behind you. “Such a beautiful little thing,” they praise, pulling down your underwear. You whine, so excited already. “Ready?” You nod eagerly and nearly let out a small scream of pleasure as they slide into you. “You feel so good.”
At this you moan loud. They grunt, and begin setting a slow brutal pace of slamming into you. The sound of your flesh coming together fills the air, mixed with moans of ecstasy and their grunts of pleasure.
They lean over you, kissing the back of your neck and over your shoulders, drawing out another moan from you. “Oh yes, Daddy,” you moan.
“That’s my good girl. I love hearing the sounds you make.” Their pace quickens and you feel your orgasm building, you groan and whine, desperate to cum.
“Oh god I’m so close.”
They grin. “Good, I want to make you cum, and cum, and cum tonight.” True to their word you cum no less than five times that night.
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Your future self is hating you for the poor decisions you’re making today.
bold of you to assume current me isnt also hating myself for making the decisions that i am making
Hello, I am old and thus have a large amount of past self to think/have thought about, and I’d like you to know that your future self is looking back on your past self with mingled love and sorrow and compassion, because they know how hard you were trying and how difficult the going was. Your future self wishes they could give you a hug and tell you to keep at it. Your future self wishes they could spare you the pain of hating yourself when they know that you are trying the best you can. Your future self isn’t mad. Your future self forgives you and would like you to take as good care of yourself as you can.
- Steve Trevor
I honestly wouldn’t know how to accept it as real. I’d probably overthink the whole damn thing and screw it all up.