It All Makes Sense Now

Your tongue can only reach so far. I want to taste the smoke and feel its heat as it fills the rest of the space in my mouth.

Dinner is served

🥵

“I’m so proud of you, baby. Look at my dirty girl getting off by just humping Daddy’s thigh. No, no, no, don’t turn away from me. There is no reason to be embarrassed; keep those gorgeous eyes right on me. That’s my good girl, just like that. Daddy really has turned you into such a dirty little toy, hasn’t he? Just look at you, precious. Completely naked on Daddy’s thigh, rubbing your needy little cunt till you get off.”

I’ll admit that post-shower isn’t ideal, but I’d be willing to entertain it. As it stands, I’m not against any of these, but let’s talk and figure out where the boundaries are.

Turn my head from the book I am reading and face-fuck me instead. Take me from behind while I am preparing our dinner. Grope my breasts and finger me, when I am doing my makeup. Make me sit on your lap and grind into me, while I am playing video games. Use me as a cock sleeve, when we are watching a movie. Pull my bottoms down and eat me out, while I am on the phone. Push me up against the bathroom door and cum on me, just after I took a shower. Wake me up by cuming in me, groaning into my ear.

Use me when I least expect it. Fuck me whenever you want to.

pretty

I think you already know that I would do anything to earn it

Tying you to your bed and making you stare at my cock till you drool. Jerking off while you watch because only good sluts get to feel it and you haven't earned it yet.

Leaning over you, two fingers inside you, my hand over your mouth, whispering in your ear, telling you all the disgusting things I'm going to do to you.

To be loved is to be known. Here’s to spending the rest of my life getting to know you ♥️

i want to know you.

i wanna know what kind of music makes you feel good, what comforts you in the dead of night. i wanna know what side of the bed you sleep on at night. i wanna know your favorite season and why, i wanna know what weather you hate. i wanna know where you feel most at home, with whom you feel most at home with. i wanna know what you did growing up, your hobbies, your interests. i wanna know why you think the way you think, i wanna know how you see the world.

i want to know you so badly.

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...

Promise?

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

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.