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@zaymeows
what do you MEAN you dont like pervy femmes? femmes who get wet when you call them good, or get all excited when they smell your cologne? you dont like femmes who stalk your profile when they miss you and cant wait for you to tell them where to touch themselves at your command? oookayyy your loss...
touching urself is fun and all but god i wish it was someone else’s hand & accompanied with a gentle voice of
‘does that feel good baby? yeah? you sound so pretty darling i just can’t help myself’
Little miss too shy to reach out but will spam like disgusting posts from you
“shh, i know baby. i know.”
vibrator pressed against your clit through your underwear. two fingers curled inside you. feeling how full you are. how the pressure builds every time i curl them upward.
“you’re doing so well holding it for me.”
your thighs shaking. hands gripping the sheets. trying to manage both at once and failing at both.
“mommy i can’t— it’s too much, i can’t hold it….”
pulling the vibrator away. bringing my hand down against your clit. sharp. once.
your whole body jolting. clenching hard around my fingers. “i’m sorry— i’m sorry—”
“you can hold it.” pressing the vibrator back. firmer this time. fingers curling deeper. feeling your bladder heavy and full against them from the inside. “i know you can, baby.”
“it’s too full, please— every time you curl your fingers it gets worse—”
“i know it does.” kissing your temple. gentle. reassuring. “that’s not an accident, sweetheart.”
you whimpering at the admission from me.
“here’s what’s going to happen.” turning the vibrator up one setting. watching your hips jolt. “you’re going to cum on my fingers before anything else happens. that’s the only way this ends.”
“i don’t know if i can— it’s too much at the same time, i can’t focus—”
“you don’t need to focus.” pumping my fingers slow. deliberate. feeling every clench. every flutter. feeling how full you are with every movement. “your body knows what to do. just let it.”
your hips caught between two kinds of desperate. rocking forward to chase my fingers and then freezing. terrified to move too much. too full to chase anything.
“that’s it.” watching you try to manage both. “feel both of them, baby. i know it’s a lot.”
“mommy i’m going to leak— i can feel it— i’m going to—”
pulling the vibrator away. slapping your clit again. sharp. feeling you clench violently around my fingers.
“no.” pressing the vibrator back immediately. harder. right against your clit. fingers curling up and holding that spot. “you’re going to cum first. that’s what’s happening right now.”
“i can’t do both i can’t i can’t—” crying properly now. tears sliding down your face. thighs shaking so hard you can barely keep them open.
“yes you can.” not moving from that spot. fingers pressing. vibrator held firm. watching your body fight itself. “you’re already close. i can feel you. your body is right there.”
“please— please mommy i’m begging— i can’t hold it much longer—”
“i know.” turning the vibrator up again. fingers curling harder against that spot. feeling you clench desperately around them. “then you better cum fast, sweetheart.”
your whole body making the choice before your brain does. clenching down hard around my fingers. hips moving forward. back arching completely off the bed. your orgasm hitting fast and overwhelming and messy. the relief and the desperation crashing into each other all at once.
“good girl.” not stopping. working you through every second of it. fingers moving slow. vibrator held steady. “there she is. that’s my good girl. you did it.”
your body shaking. completely wrung out. the relief of cumming and the relief of finally being allowed to let everything else go hitting at exactly the same time.
“see?” pulling my fingers out slow. holding them up between you. slick. “you did so well, baby.” kissing your forehead. your cheek. so proud. so soft. “held it just long enough for me.”
you looking up at me. completely wrecked. eyes wet. chest still heaving.
“such a good girl.” pulling you close. stroking your hair. “mommy’s so proud of you.“
there’s something about a sub who gets more turned on every time they’re humiliated. who goes red and gets wetter simultaneously. who doesn’t know what to do with themselves when both things are happening at once. who tries to hide their face because of how shy they are. the ones who get embarrassed at how i notice and need me to say it out loud anyway. who would never ask for it directly. would probably deny wanting it if i asked. but whose body gives them away every single time without fail. without exception. every single time i say something that makes them want to hide, they get wetter. every time. and they know that i know that. and that makes it worse. and that makes it better. i love that. i love being the person who sees exactly what they need before they can admit it to themselves. who says it out loud anyway. “look at you. getting so turned on from that.” watching them go redder. feeling them get wetter. “you love this don’t you.” watching them shake their head. feeling their body say yes.
you crying. squirming. telling me it’s too much. hands pushing weakly at my wrist. hips twisting trying to get away from the vibrator and chasing it at the same time.
me just tilting my head. looking at you.
“too much?” wiping your cheek with my thumb. fingers still moving inside you. vibrator still pressed right where it is. “baby.”
you nodding frantically. more tears coming. “please.. it’s too much i can’t—”
“you can’t.” repeating it softly. curling my fingers. feeling you clench hard around them despite yourself. “but you’re still taking my fingers so well.” pressing the vibrator a little firmer. watching your hips lift toward it before you can stop them. “and you’re still so wet, sweetheart.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you. “look.”
you hiding your face.
“no no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “look, baby. look how wet you are.” letting you see. “does that look like too much to you?”
you sobbing softly. “i don’t know…i don’t know it’s—”
“it’s confusing.” finishing it for you. sympathetic. gentle. sliding my fingers back in. deep. feeling you gasp through the crying. “your body pulling in two directions at once. wanting more and trying to run at the same time.” thumb finding your clit alongside the vibrator now. watching your whole body jolt. “that’s so hard for you, isn’t it.”
you nodding weakly. fresh tears sliding down your face.
“poor baby.” wiping each one as it falls. attentive. tender. fingers curling steady and deep. vibrator still pressed against you. “your body just doesn’t know what it wants.”
“please—” barely a word. hands gripping my wrist. not pulling. just holding on.
“please what, sweetheart.” curling harder. feeling you clench. “please stop?” pulling the vibrator away.
your hips chasing it immediately.
“or please don’t stop?” pressing it back. watching your whole face crumple with fresh tears. “see. that’s what i thought.”
you sobbing properly now. not from pain. just from too much. from being so overstimulated your body doesn’t know how to hold it all. crying. desperate. still so wet and pliant for me.
“so which one do i listen to?” asked so softly. tilting my head. thumb circling your clit slow. fingers pumping steady. “your words or your body?”
you shaking your head. can’t answer.
“that’s okay.” pressing a kiss to your wet cheek. tasting salt. “i’ll decide for you.” settling in. getting comfortable. “i’m going to listen to your body, baby. i think that’s the right call.”
you making a broken desperate sound.
“shh.” stroking your hair back from your wet face. kissing your forehead affectionately. “you’re doing so well. such a good girl. crying and still taking it so perfectly.” curling deep. feeling you arch. “your body knows exactly what it wants. even if you don’t.“
the word "difficult" just autocorrected to this right before my eyes i feel like i am undergoing forced glindafication
medical play and they have two gloved fingers knuckle deep inside you with their other hand pressing down on your abdomen, telling you “you’re going to feel some pressure”, “deep breaths for me”, and “you’re doing great” when you start to soak the paper beneath you. or something
need to be woken up by you cuddle fucking me, both of us on our sides as you grip my hips firmly and pound deep into me over n over till i’m so fucked out and dumb i just go back to sleep, you just push me over and fuck me rougher and harder, drilling my sleeping body into the mattress
Neil Banging Out The Tunes 2: Neil Jams On
(His name is also Neil lol)
Neil Banging Out The
Tunes 2: Neil Jams On(His name
is also Neil lol)
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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i know baby, mommy knows..but your body needs it so bad. look at how your sweet pussy is absolutely swallowing my fingers, i’ve barely even touched you? are you not embarrassed by how greedy your poor cunt is, stretching you out so good and all you can do is moan and whine?
😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
Cnc but I’m babying you afterwards
going to ask you questions while you’re crying from intensity. “can you still talk, baby? tell me who’s making you cry like this.” watching you struggle to answer. “say my name, sweetheart. let me hear it through those pretty tears.” not letting up until you get the words out. “good girl. now use your words and thank me for making you feel this good”
dadhusband and kidwife. if you even care
You’re capable of so much. That’s why it pleases me so to see you as the eager, docile fucktoy we both know you are.
