I’ve Had This Thought Before 😈

This post single handedly convinced me to wear more skirts and dresses when I’m with you.

Hey *with the intention of grabbing your hand and sliding it underneath my skirt so you can feel how wet I am*

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to eat a girl out. I’ve only ever gone down on a guy, but I thought it would be cool to be able to compare the two experiences

Fuck, I really love eating pussy. Giving soft kisses to their lips before teasing their clit with my tongue, flicking softly, tasting their wetness, and just inhaling the lovely scent. Looking up at their face and watching their expressions morph into pleasure, their eyes rolling back and hearing them tell me, “Just like that, baby, fuck.” Feeling their thighs shake and tense when I start sucking and licking their clit, giving it so much attention. The feeling of their cunt dripping down my chin. Their moans getting louder and desperate when they get closer and closer to cumming. The way they grab my hair and hold my face down when they finally cum all over my lips. The way it just so delicious and lovely, and fuck

If I thought that you’d be able to stay focused in your meetings, I would probably do this more often 👹

Deskpet but in a non sexual way, so you sit there under their desk and between their legs, resting your head on their lap, peacefully sleeping while they play/work and getting head rubs/kisses when they need extra support or a break...

It’s just like the watermelon challenge 👹

I wanna make him remove my panties with his teeth while he struggles to keep his hands behind his back.

I’m kneeling at the foot of sir’s bed, naked, tongue out, with a dildo buried in my pussy. He’s sitting cross legged in front of me. Casually observing me as I struggle not to cum. He sees my struggle and adds to it with with the occasional finger against my clit or pinch of my nipples. The stimulation makes it almost impossible not to cum. He knows this but challenges me anyway. He knows I won’t cum without his permission. That’s what makes me his good girl.

Because he wants me to be. Because whenever he asks me to present myself in a way that pleases him, I do it without hesitation.

1 day

4. the first two were as he was going down on me with a finger buried inside me. With no words I couldn’t communicate in my usual way. Frantically repeating “I’m going to cum.” This only brought me closer to the edge. The last two were with the dildo. Sliding forward causes it to press against my walls and the friction is almost too much for me.

Yes I’ve been good. I’ve been working so hard to please sir by presenting myself so prettily to him. I keep myself in the kneeling position that he wants despite the discomfort in my knees and ankles. I’ve been so obedient and haven’t cum despite how much I want to. I’ve continued to keep my tongue out while writing my responses no matter how much I drool. All because sir wants me to.

Not anything, but I would give a lot. I would trade edges for an orgasm. I would give up the dildo for a month. I would promise to not touch myself for an entire month. I would trade 30 flogs. I’m sure if asked, I could come up with more options.

I shouldn’t if it isn’t what sir wants. If he’d rather keep me denied while he’s on his trip so I’m extra horny and needy when he gets back then I shouldn’t cum tonight. I also put my tongue back in my mouth when I shouldn’t have which requires punishment. That could warrant me not coming tonight.

You want to try public play? Let’s start here:

What are you doing right now? Describe the scene.

Why are you in this situation?

How long has it been since your last orgasm?

How many edges has it been? List them out.

Have you been good? How so?

What would you give to have a chance to cum?

Why should you not?

Don’t tell me. Tell them.

Tongue out as you type, please. 😘

Promise?

Did you know, she can't give you an attitude with a mouthful of cock? 😌

I love you giving me the illusion of choice when you’re the one entirely in control

my perspective

You had me on my knees, chest exposed, arms raised to my head. For a while I thought you would deny me the enjoyment of sucking your cock, and instead choose to keep me kneeling there just for your visual enjoyment. And for a moment I couldn’t tell what would arouse me more: being your fuck toy or being your very own work of art. But as I grew wet at the thought of you fucking my mouth, it became clear to me which option I wanted more.  

When you undid your pants, I felt the instinct to bring my hands down but quickly stopped myself. Wanting to use my hands to touch you while I sucked your cock but not being able to had me dripping. You placed no physical restrictions on my body and yet I was incapable of moving simply because you demanded it. The thought of how submissive I could become for you had me on the edge of orgasm without even being touched. 

The lack of my hands forced me to get creative. I had become so accustomed to a specific set of motions but I had been pulled out of my element. Initially I felt awkward. I thought my movements were jerky and lacking in rhythm. But I adjusted and began to lose myself in the feeling of your cock sliding against my tongue. I realized that without my hands, the moisture of my saliva could collect. The effect was a slippery silkiness that had me aching. I experimentally licked the length of your shaft and reveled in the way it made you shudder. You told me to do it more and the thought of pleasing you made me ravenous. I followed your directions without question for as long as you wanted it.  

But you stopped me to go close the curtain for additional privacy and I foolishly let my hands drop, thinking that the mood had broken. But you turned around and reminded me of my place with a simple “why  did you drop your arms?” My wetness had dropped to my inner thighs by that point. The thought of having broken a rule that could warrant punishment excited me. You eventually let me drop my hands and I had them placed on my thighs. Somewhere in the midst of all this I had the thought of moving my hand to touch myself. I wanted to. I almost ached with how badly I needed to be touched. But I knew I couldn’t. You hadn’t allowed it and i knew better than to do something without your permission. 

I don’t know how it happened but I found myself on my hands and knees. I can’t remember if you verbally told me to get in the position or if you physically put me in it. Either way I was thrilled. With each smack I got closer to orgasm. This is what I had always wanted. To be punished and degraded for some infraction. I lost myself in the number of spanks and a part of me wishes you had asked me to count them. I don’t think I would’ve been able to. Some part of my brain registered the wanton moans i released with every spank and a small part of my brain was concerned about someone hearing. Somehow the thought of people hearing you reduce me to a moaning whimpering mess only made me more aroused. I remember you telling me to look ahead and I realized that I had dropped my head inadvertently. When you grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand I wondered if you would use your other to force your fingers into my mouth. I would’ve sucked automatically. Instead you leaned into my ear and whispered the most erotic things. I have never come without being touched but I wondered if those would be the words that finally made it happen. 

You brought me up off my hands and moved over to your chair. You invited me to kneel before you and suck your cock again. The thing I had always wanted. The position I wanted more than anything for so long. To be your desk pet. To lay at your feet pleasuring you until you told me to stop. The experience lived up to my every expectation. Everything in my brain had quieted. The singular thought was you and making you cum. Even when you did, I couldn’t help but keep my mouth entirely wrapped around your cock. A part of me hoped you would just let me be your cock warmer for a bit longer, but I knew the moment was over. 

I got up from my knees ready to lay next to you while I replayed the interaction in my head. I knew that in my haze of lust, I would forget details and I had the thought of asking you to write about it. Something I could reread and bring myself to orgasm over.   

But you began touching me. I was shocked and it must’ve shown because you said “I know what you’re thinking. I came so it must be over.” I nodded dumbly because I had been thinking exactly that but you clearly had other plans. Your hand moved to my underwear and gave the band a quick tug. “Off.” I’ve always loved that. With one simple word I just expose myself so fully to you without a second thought. All thoughts of modesty completely gone. You trace a finger up my slit, gathering up my wetness which you use to circle my clit. In an instant I’m coming. Once. Twice. Probably a third fourth and fifth if you let me. I’m always lost when you make me come. Completely reduced to incoherent begging. As I come down from my lust haze I know for sure that I’ll forget these details and so I ask “I know it’s a lot of work but could you write about this?” You give me a smile and a quick kiss on the nose, almost as if my request is childlike. As you agree and take me in your arms again my heart is warm and I’m complete. 

Spending such pure quality time with you is a feeling unlike any other. In those two or three hours where we are completely oriented towards one another, I feel close to you in a way I can’t describe. The laughter, the physical touch, the conversation, they all fill my world with light and love. It’s these moments that make me think med school will be ok. We’ll be ok ♥️

I so love the dynamic of you standing over me while you use my body. Dominating me just with presence alone 🥵