I want a dom to finger me while I'm wearing my boxers. They hold my throat back and whisper in my ear, "you hear that? You hear how wet you are? Listen to that sloppy cunt drool all over my hand. Making a mess of me aren't you? You need another finger, don't you?" I whine and nod and clench as they add a fourth digit. "you're so desperate for this aren't you? Hear how much you like it? Boys like you need to be filled, don't they?" the noises are obscene, their palm grazes my tcock and I'm moaning desperately as I cum, "good boy," they finger me faster through my orgasm, "that's it, let me hear your slutty noises."
if he practically moans at being called a good boy, he’s a slut. if he begs to have his ass fucked, he’s a slut. if he’s soaked in precum when teased, he’s a slut. if he blushes when you touch him, he’s a slut. if all he thinks about is being used as a toy, he’s a slut.
if you get needy from reading posts on here, you’re a fucking slut.
i want to put my hand over my boy’s mouth, shush him and tell him how pretty he looks when he’s tearing up from being fingered and so overstimulated because I’ve been edging him the entire time and I know how much he can take, so I tell him how good he is and “just hold on a little longer for me baby, you can do it, mommy’s so proud of you” until I let him cum all over his chest and stomach. ❤️
Just a reminder that both Doms and Subs are human beings.
They go to work. They need to eat and sleep. They have friends, family, and social gatherings. Bad days and good days.
The anonymity and 24/7 communication the internet provides doesn't mean people are at your beck and call. Everybody deserves compassion, even if it's as simple as a "Hi, how are you?"
Nobody should be treated as coldly as an ai chat.
Some are quick to forget that there is a living person behind each blog.
thinking abt ghost dick again
waking up to something filling me. It’s sizeable, but nothing I can’t deal with. Putting my hands to my cunt, trying to figure out whats going on and feeling, but not seeing something inside me. Slowly it starts to move until its pounding me into the bed, but when i reach down to rub my cunt, a hand cracks against my face and stops its movement inside of me. I wait for it to start up again, but it doesn’t so I get ready for work.
In the shower, the something inside me grows a little bigger, as hands begin groping my chest, leaving me moaning for more. I reach down to rub my cunt, but once again a hand cracks against my face and the hands leave my tits alone, leaving me with a slightly bigger dick inside me. I groan at the frustration but finish getting ready for work.
At work, I’m talking to a coworker when the something gets bigger again. I excuse myself to my cubicle just as a feel something sliding into my asshole. Both somethings began pumping in and out of me, leaving me to rock my hips against my chair. Reaching to rub my cunt, desperate to cum, but I’m slapped again and the pounding stops. Tears well in my eyes, but I keep rocking trying to get more stimulation, but something slides over my clit and I don’t feel anything anymore.
At home, I strip and the pounding begins right away. I fall to the floor face down, ass up, drooling as I’m pounded so good. I know now not to touch, so instead I beg. Beg for more, harder and faster and to please let me cum.
I’m nudged to the couch arm and my legs are spread over each side. The pounding resumes, harder than before. There’s something expanding inside of my ass and cunt and I began rutting against the couch arm. I move my hips back and forth, chasing my pleasure when hands grope around my tits pulling and squeezing and pinching. Moaning and begging, when I feel my release building up, the pounding speeds up and hands slap at my body. My ass, my cunt, my tits and face jiggle with the force of each slap. A hard slap to the face is what sends me over, and i cum long and hard
she pushes you against the wall and begins to kiss you. You don't know what to do with your hands so you try to put them in several different positions, her waist, her hips, her neck, but none of them feel right until she takes both and pins them above your head "Isn't that better baby?" she asks in a condescending tone, but she's right. it is better
Pretty little girls like you get mounted, don't they? Not just fucked, but bred - you wiggle your ass and beg for it. Praying for someone feral to force their way inside, stuff you full of cum. Treat you like the slut you are.
i need a trans girl to fuck my boy cunt into oblivion and make me cum over and over and over again while she uses her cum as lube. i need her to breed me until im so full i cant think.
i need a trans girl who will stalk me before catching me alone and raping me in public while people walk on by without a care for my well being. i need her to choke me with her girl cock. i need her to pull my hair while she fucks me like a dog. im drooling snd an absolute mess. my brain is mush and my bones are slug. i need girl cum so badly i will do anything to fuck a trans girl.
use me as a stress relieve toy. had a hard day? pin me down and bite me and spank my ass and use me like a fleshlight. I genuinely want nothing more to be happy. use my holes while calling me a dirty lil slut and telling me how needy and pathetic I am. and then hold me as you tell me how much better you feel after taking things out on me. and I'll melt in your arms while loving the marks you gave me <3
There’s something about being pushed into submission— Bent over, ass up, and your face pushed into the surface you’re on, unable to turn back and look at your partner as they prepare to have their fun with you. There are so many things a person can do is such an advantageous position… Grinding and rubbing themselves against you, slipping their fingers inside of you with a full view of every little shift, movement, and honest reaction that your body betrays and gives away. Fucking right there in doggy style, with your face still planted downwards, or maybe they’ll give your hair a yank and pull back your head. It’s such a vulnerable position, and you’d have no way of knowing just what they’d do next.
[This post is originally about gay mlm sex]