I love seeing the submission in your eyes
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Posted:Dec 3, 2021 10:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 9:17 am
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When it washes over your face as we get deep into a scene, thereâÂÂs no more decisions, thereâÂÂs no more anxiety, itâÂÂs just pure acceptance and being completely in the moment.
All of your thoughts have left your mind and the only thing you can concentrate on is the overload of sensations, the pleasure as I hold my hand around your throat and play with your clit, the stings as I spank you over and over, the restriction of the ropes tied around your body.
I love taking you to that place knowing that we are both sharing in that precious moment where the only thing that exists is us, a place where we get to be free with each other and seeing that look in your eye always letâÂÂs me know IâÂÂm there.
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She gets wet from fear…
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Posted:Aug 30, 2021 10:53 am
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2021 11:57 am
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My right hand grips your throat.
It’s a big hand.
Easily gripping three quarters of the way around your throat.
My size and stature menacing.
The immense strength in my grip.
Dangerous.
Tight.
Controlling.
My eyes locked onto yours.
I watch you as you struggle.
I wait.
Anticipating what is to come.
The fear beginning to edge itself into your mind.
I transfer the grip on your throat to my left hand.
My right tears your top from you.
Instant rip and the fabric is demolished.
Your skirt is torn from your waist.
Torn like it was made out of paper.
The panties remain on.
I reach in and feel the wetness of your cunt.
Your fear is in conflict with your need to be manhandled.
I order you to spread your legs.
I play gently with your clitoris, your cunt coming alive.
I raise my hand and bring it down sharply on your cunt.
Impact.
Hard impact.
You scream as the pain registers.
That delicious fucking scream.
But it’s the look in your eyes I crave.
The confusion of pain and pleasure that crosses your face.
Once again my hand raises and rains down with measured impact.
You scream again.
And there it is.
The look in your eyes that I crave.
The look I chase.
The look I fucking want.
Fear.
Unbridled pure fear.
The fear that rises when your fight or flight kicks in.
Adrenaline fuelled fear.
You’ve always fantasised about what it would be like to be taken.
Taken beyond your ability to fight bac
Beyond your ability for it to stop
The realisation suddenly occurs that reality is harsher than the fantasy.
The slaps hurt.
Really fucking hurt.
But the pain also does something else.
You feel your cunt come alive.
Not only your cunt.
Your asshole itself puckers.
You feel this sensation of need and pleasure course through your insides.
You feel your own cunt leak from the conundrum of wanting the pleasure and fearing the pain.
I lean forward.
My left hand squeezing your throat harder.
Constricting the veins that pump necessary blood to your brain.
That’s how controlling your throat works.
Not the windpipe.
Not your air supply.
That’s dangerous and can cause damage.
It’s the blood supply to the brain that denotes what throat play is all about.
The ability to remain conscious.
You having no control over that.
I place my mouth against your ear.
You feel the heat of my breath against your skin.
”You asked to be hurt. You begged to be taken. You silly fucking girl.”
I feel your pulse quicken.
I hear you begin to pant.
Your chest rising and falling as angst mixed with desire takes hold
”I own you now. Completely. Your body. Your choices. Your fucking holes.”
I spin you around.
Your body, so easy to fucking manipulate.
I place a blindfold on you.
Time to really fuck with you.
Time to batter your fucking senses.
I reach down.
Between your legs.
Soaked panties.
How fucking delicious.
Fear that makes you wet.
One quick motion is all it takes to tear them from your body.
You cry out as the fabric tears, bites and rips into your skin.
Welts forming where the fabric burn occured.
I drive two fingers deep into your asshole.
You scream.
Really fucking loud.
Those wet panties will make a good fucking gag.
Into your mouth.
Forced in.
”They stay in your mouth cunt. You can taste your own fucking juices while I use you.”
My hand grabs your cunt.
Hard.
Nasty.
Fingers injected.
I smile to myself as I feel your body react.
This is going to be a fun session…
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Spanking you makes my cock hard
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Posted:Aug 15, 2021 3:35 pm
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2021 1:57 pm
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I want to feel your soft ass beneath my hand as I spank it, rub it and then spank it again. Seeing you squirm and hearing you yelp, is a tantalizing combination that makes my cock hard and makes the beast in me growl.
Now be a good girl and drop your panties to your ankles and lay across my lap as I give you the hard spanking you deserve. I'll make sure to play with your pussy in between smacks because it allows you to take more pain when you're on the verge of cumming. I'm going to spank you really hard, but I promise that if you cry, I'll kiss your tears away and comfort you; but only after I make you lick my cock as you're crying and I allow you the pleasure of cleaning up the mess you'll make, when you make me cum.
If you do all that, I'll care for my little princess like a loving Daddy should.
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I want your head resting on my chest
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Posted:Aug 15, 2021 3:31 pm
Last Updated:Sep 29, 2021 4:18 am
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Snuggled up next to me, your leg draped over mine while my arm wraps around you. Tell me everything that’s on your mind as I stroke your hair or just listen to our breathing as my fingertips slowly run up and down your back.
I want to give you cuddles that make you feel safe, forehead kisses that make you feel cared for, big squeezes that make you laugh and whisper “good girl” into your ear as we drift off to sleep. Now be a good girl and come and lay next to me.
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Moving on from toxic people
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Posted:Aug 11, 2021 5:33 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2021 2:06 am
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Some people take ahold of you, you’re never really sure why you’re so drawn to them, they treat you like crap, they barely have the time of day for you, but the rare moments you’re together seem so unique and special that they keep luring you back in.
You tell yourself you’re done, that you’re sick of being treated like that, and then they reach out and open up, they show you their vulnerable side, they tug at your heart and pull you in again, but it never lasts.
You beat yourself up for allowing yourself to be fooled again, each time it felt like it would be different, but it never is, it’s toxic, it’s selfish, and ultimately it’s cruel.
You hold out hope in the moment because you know how incredible it can be during the good times, it’s like nothing else, but it’s not long before the rollercoaster hits it’s peak and sends your stomach into your chest again.
You did everything you can do, but you can’t keep letting yourself go through this, it’s too painful, it gets to a point where those good times just can’t cancel out the bad anymore, you wish things could be different, but now it’s time to let go.
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Your hair is the perfect handle
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Posted:Aug 11, 2021 5:26 am
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2021 7:11 am
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And I really love using it, I love controlling you with it, leading you with it to wherever I want to take you, holding it while I fuck your face, pulling on it as I’m ramming my cock in you from behind, squeezing it between my fingers as I kiss you, even just holding it out of your face while we play with each other.
It can be gentle and affectionate with my fingers caressing the back of your head, it can be rough and forceful to pull you into me as I fuck each of your holes, a stern tug as I’m looking into your eyes, a soft guide letting you know exactly where I want you, it can tell you exactly what’s running through my mind and let you know exactly what you’re in for.
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Where do you look to find your someone?
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Posted:Aug 9, 2021 1:43 pm
Last Updated:Apr 19, 2024 9:17 am
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Having a connection with someone has become so important to me over the years that I’m no longer even excited about the thought of playing with someone unless that connection is there.
The problem being that those connections are becoming so rare and hard to find. Dating apps are a never ending cycle of matches, rejections, ghosts and often bad experiences that tend to crush your optimism and leave you asking yourself why you bothered.
Throw in a worldwide pandemic with lockdowns and masks to top it off and it’s hard to see those connections being easier to come across.
Maybe all of this just makes those connections even more special and even more valuable, one thing I know is that I can never stop looking because those connections have been some of the most important things in my life.
The memories I cherish in life the most are never of anything material, it’s the time I’ve shared with the people I’ve cared most about, I love the intimacy and intensity of feelings surrounding that connection, and it’s something I can’t give up looking for no matter how rare it might be.
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