Never Trust A Girl When You Should Have Trusted A Woman

My dream house lol

This is hot as hell and beautifully written

I know I’m supposed to stay still, I promised I would, but after sitting on your lap for so long, my body betrayed me. My white skirt rides up slightly, the material pooling around my hips. I can't bring myself to meet your eyes, but I can feel your gaze on the nervous little tremble in my hands where I’m gripping your shoulders. After a couple more minutes, I slowly begin to shift my hips against your thigh, the movement causes a quiet gasp to escape. My cheeks burn, knowing you can feel the wet patch on my lace panties. I should pull away, but instead, I press down experimentally, just to hear the sharp inhale it pulls from you. The sound goes straight through me, heat pooling in my belly. My hips move on their own, seeking the friction I desperately want.

“Look at me baby,” you murmur, and when I don’t, your hand wraps around my throat, not quite putting any pressure, but the position is enough to make me pause. You then use your thumb to lift my chin up to meet your gaze.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl? Hm?”

You purr, voice deep and soothing.

“I do mommy!! I promise I do!" I whimper, tightening my grip on your cotton shirt.

"I-I didn’t mean to-" But the lie dissipates when your hand slides up into my shirt and across my spine, pressing me flush against your chest.

"You didn’t mean to?" Your other hand grips my thigh.

“Then why are you still grinding on me like you’re starved for it…. Be honest, sweetheart. You want me to ruin you.” And god, I do. My lips part, but no words come out. Just a shaky exhale as the ache between my thighs is unbearable now.

“I think you need a reminder of how to behave,” You murmur, your voice velvety. I can feel your smirk against my neck before you pull back to catch my gaze. Your touch softens for a moment, your thumb stroking gentle circles into my skin as your expression shifts, still dominant, but softer and more gentle.

“Colour?” you ask, your voice quieter now, giving me space.

"Green,” I say, my voice trembling. "So green.” You lean in to brush your lips against my forehead.

"Good girl," you murmur, the praise making me smile. Then, just like that, the gentleness sharpens back into command.

“Now, you didn’t listen to my rules sweetheart" you chide, your voice dropping with that tone that makes my stomach flip.

“And we both know you can do better than that.” In one smooth motion, you pull me across your lap so I’m laying with my stomach pressed to your thighs. My fingers scramble to grab onto the couch cushions.

"How many?” you ask, your palm resting on my back. I bite my lip before saying, "H-However many you think I deserve mommy.” You hum approvingly, as your fingers trail teasingly along the curve of my backside.

“Mmm, I think fifteen will do the trick.” The number rolls off your tongue like a promise.

“Are you ready? Remember, we can stop anytime you need my sweet.” You rub soft circles on my skin reassuringly.

“I’m ready, I promise!” Nodding at my words, you land the first spank, causing me to squeal at the painful but also pleasurable feeling that just shot through me. Your hand lingers, soothing the sting before the next one falls harder this time. I arch into your touch, my toes curling.

“Count for me," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. I whimper, but obey.

"One, thank you mommy!" By the third, my voice is shaking. By the fifth, I'm squirming in your lap, my skin a light shade of pink, my breath, ragged little pants..

Omg. Love it

Oh these are just lush. Nudges partner and looks meaningfully at how many shopping days they have before Christmas

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!! Well, these prints are really cool and all, but I gotta ask- do you have anything in a different material?”

Never fear, cotton is here!!!

"Finally! A cotton skirt with the same huge pockets! Dare to dream~" /scene 🖤witchvamp.com🖤

Are you a witch?

Yes, I'm pagan, and been a nature witch for a long time. I love feeling the energy in nature, and am poly theistic (ask for specifics if you want to know, I don't force my beliefs on people)

I'm a rock hard scientist but I believe that magic is often the science we don't understand yet, just as it would have seemed years ago before electricity was understood etc

I'm not currently Wiccan although researching, and I'm an individual practitioner albeit with overlap with my partner and occasionally friends in devotions or offerings

I'd love to be able to dowse ... I'm pretty sure there's a deep spring under my house as I feel energy in a particular spot.

Animals always give me a sense of belonging in addition to woods and wild swimming; I just don't get to do it enough

I hope that answers your question

That's not me just today but yes it happens

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath

These do make me giggle ... so sweet

That’s it let the whispers compel you to edge your mind away or maybe they don’t have to. Maybe you’re already rubbing or stroking to the idea of submission. Maybe you’re trying to empty your mind and let more of The Void in. Maybe you’re already starting to crave submitting to it. All it takes it just one more edge. Just one more to get closer. One more to empty your mind. One more to surrender your mind and body. One more. One more.

I'm busy ... finally getting my mojo and finishing off journals, diaries and other lifestyle aids for my chosen clan - Gothic and Alternative - if that wasn't clear. Links and examples coming soon, so forgive me in the meantime for posting less relevant stuff, just getting my creative juices flowing and feeling a bit more confident as i step out ...

Yep I've been here, and phoenix like am strong from the ashes, but gentle as the breeze from my wings from that birth. (C) corvina fae 2025 this text not the original above

“If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.”

— Nikita Gill

Spanking a boy over my lap is one of my favourite dominant act. Feeling him wriggle and seeing the effect on him just gets me so aroused, usually I have to make myself come while he's been made to stand in the corner so I can see his red ass as I give myself the biggest climax. No you can't look, be a good boy.

need to bend a pretty boy over my lap and spank him till he’s a struggling, teary-eyed mess, leaky cock between my thighs, groping his ass between each spank as he thanks me in a shaky voice <3