sweetheart ♥︎

The coffee cup in her hand dropped out of her hand.

Luckily for her the table was in the way so it just spilled some of it.

But she didnt notice that.

She even didnt register the loud sound the cup made when the cup hit the table.

Her whole focus was on her phone, or better on the video playing.

Every cell in her body was frozen with shock.

'This cant be true. No. No. No! Never. How? When? No!'

Her thoughts were racing while her eyes were glued to the screen.

'I would never do something liek that. But that looks exactly like me. And my clothes. Fuck. No. It cant be. What the fuck? When would that have happened?'

It just seemed impossible.

Seeing herself on her own bed, in her own room, with her own clothes.

That in itself sounds normal.

Only that she was grinding her panties that she put on and over her shoulders.

She almost could feel how it pressed and squeezed against her clit, being pulled deep between her lips.

'What the hell? Where did that come from? Why would I imagine that? How can that be?'

Her emotions crashed into her like a crescendo.

Shame, embarrassment, a little bit of anger, arousal, heat, pleasure as well.

Paired with disbelief, trying to rationalize it.

All while she didnt want to acknowledge the growing wetness between her legs right now as she was watching herself like that.

So completely out of it.

So captivated by the pleasure, as if she just dove deep and was gone.

Possessed by something else.

'Or being controlled by something else. Or someone.'

She didnt even the question the source of this statement or why she would have it just now.

But the sudden pulses of electric shocks that instantly surged and penetrated all her weak spots made it impossible for her.

Realizing how turned on she got from seeing herself like that, and how fast, it didnt even take a minute, her mind just couldnt handle it anymore.

It just shut off.

Her hand holding the phone kept still, so she keeps seeing herself like that as the video just keeps playing on repeat.

And the hand that has been holding her cup?

That one moved between her legs and started to rub.

Rubbing to seeing herself like that.

Rubbing to knowing she recorded herself.

Rubbing to knowing it turns her on.

Rubbing to knowing she has no control.

And with that an edge washed over her.

Pulling her deeper while she kept starring.

#Bringbackhairpulling

#Bringbackchoking

#Bringbackdegrading

#Bringbackteasing

#Bringbackmouthcovering

imagining a dad who doesn’t sign it, but instead he picks me up early to teach me himself:

“feel this? mhm, it’s fun to play with, isn’t it sweetie?”

“that’s right, dad does have different parts than you do. here, let me show you.”