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give me a fem where she would drags me around by my belt loop, makes me watch her try on all her clothes. a femme who would pull me into the dressing room with her to see her try on the clothes but deep down she’s messing with me. like i won’t have her quietly moaning in my hear from her riding my fingers like the slut she is.
He loves me, he doesn’t love my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass, he wouldn’t recognise it, he’s always feeling me, but if they put the glass in his hands he wouldn’t care, he wouldn’t think “that’s hers,” you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines.
i need to have a pretty girl sitting on my lap facing a mirror while im knuckles deep inside her. my free hand gripping her jaw, forcing her to quit being so shy and look how pretty she is for me. just for me. it wouldnt take long for those embarassed eyes to glaze over, and the only thing more fun than corruption is chastising a sweet thing for liking the degrading shit i do to her.
"oh whats that baby? you fuckin like this dont you? yeah you like watching me fuck you dumb like this hm? such a filthy fucking thing for me."
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need her to regret taking me to the gym with her because i can’t stop distracting her, staring at her, finding excuses to touch her. maybe she’ll fuck me in the shower if i get her worked up enough
i intentionally chose a card game because you always lose them and the stakes tonight were rigged in my favor. every lost hand meant stripping a clothing item off and since i know you like the back of my hand, it’s predictable that you’re already sitting on the rug almost entirely naked while im still fully dressed. i love that i can just sit back and completely take you in while you struggle to salvage what's left of your clothes.
to keep it fair we’re both wearing those matching pj sets, oversized button up shirts and matching shorts but yours are mostly piled on the floor behind you. I’m sitting back against the couch cushions with my shirt still done to the throat. you’re sitting on the rug right between my knees, down to just your shorts, your bra, and your panties. your bare shoulders shivering slightly.
I reach down, my index finger tracing a slow line down the slope of your collarbone, dragging the tip right along the edge of your bra strap. “look at you, beautifully outmatched. you’re down to your last three items sweetheart”
“I can still turn it around” you say, I’m not sure who you’re trying to convince. you won't look me in the eye. your fingers are trembling in frustration against your cards. you try to look confident but you're too nervous to actually hold my gaze for longer than a second.
“keep telling yourself that love” I laugh throwing my next card down onto the coffee table. it’s the exact card you didn't want to see. “game over yet again. i thought you were going to protect those shorts” you reach for your them but I lean forward, hooking my fingers into the back of your bra strap. “take this off for me instead”
you hesitate for a second, your hands are shaking as you reach behind your back, unhooking and letting it slide down your arms.
god you look stunning. there is nothing quite like the view of you bare from the waist up, still wearing nothing but my matching shorts, looking soft and beautiful under the dim lamplight. your chest is rising and falling, your nipples already tight and hard from the AC air and the intensity of me just staring at you.
I slide off the couch, dropping to my knees right between your thighs, my fully clothed weight instantly making you look so small. I slide my hand down, my palm warm as it cups you right through the fabric of your pj shorts, finding you already drenched. I press two fingers straight against you and you instantly arch into my hand with a gasp. “look how wet you are. you lost the game hours ago didn’t you?”
your hands helplessly finding my shoulders, bunching the fabric of my jacket in your fists because your body is already starting to give up. “please... play the next round.”
I smile pulling my hand back just to leave you aching. I deal the next three rounds.
but this time I miscalculate. you lay down your cards, your eyes going wide because you realized what just happened. for the first time tonight you actually won. the defeated look replaced by this adorable, excited spark. “you lost!” you yell, proud of yourself. “you finally lost my turn”
I lean back amused, crossing my arms over my chest. “well, beginner's luck. go ahead choose what you want me to remove”
you don't even hesitate. you look right at my lap and point a finger. “your shorts”
I let out a laugh genuinely impressed by how bold you get when you taste a little bit of power. “straight to the point? how greedy” I slide my shorts off and toss them onto the pile. I’m still wearing my jacket, my button up pj shirt, my bra and my underwear, but the shift in energy is lovely. the bare skin of our thighs touching now, the heat between us just radiating.
“enjoy your little victory, sweetheart” I deal the next hand instantly. “because it’s your last one” you try to hold onto that confidence but your poker face is gone. two moves later, you drop your cards in defeat.
“and just like that, balance is restored” I tease, reaching out to wrap my hands around your waist. I tug you closer “shorts off baby. let me see you”
you slide your shorts down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your panties. you try to press your knees together, suddenly shy again under the intensity of my stare.
“last round” I say, my voice dropping as I deal the final cards. you can barely even focus on the symbols. you play your hand blindly, desperately, just wanting the anticipation to end.
when I lay my winning cards down, you let out a defeated whine but instead of staying on the floor, the sudden rush of frustration taking over. you crawl right up onto my lap with a pout on your face, straddling my thighs in nothing but your skin and those panties, your bare chest pressing flat against my clothes. the contrast is my favorite part. you wrap your arms tightly around my neck, burying your face in my shoulder, kissing your way up my jawline until your lips find my neck. you’re sucking and biting at my skin. leaving dark marks while you whine against my collarbone, completely desperate.
I let you completely lose yourself against me for a few breathless moments, my hands locking onto your hips, absorbing the desperate way you're grinding down against my thigh.
“okay princess, you've had your fun” I grip your waist, lifting you right off my lap and placing you flat back down onto the rug, pinning your wrists above your head.
instead of making you do it yourself this time, I hook my fingers into the elastic of your panties slowly pulling it down over your hips, finally uncovering you.
you’re shivering, completely exposed, your legs naturally parting for me because you’re too far gone to pretend anymore.
“you played so well for me my love” I whisper, sinking two fingers deep inside you in one smooth stroke, making you instantly arch your back and scream into the empty living room. “now let me give you your real prize sweetheart, you deserve it”
i start moving, curling my fingers inside you rhythm that completely melts whatever composure you had left.
“fuck” you breathe out, your hips instantly lifting off the rug to chase my hand. “shh, i’ve got you” i whisper leaning over you so you can feel the warmth of my breath against your ear “just relax. don't fight it” “it’s too much” you whine, your fingers weakly bunching the fabric of my jacket sleeves. “you’re moving too fast. i’m close... please.”
“close already?” slowing my pace down to a teasing crawl just as your hips start to franticly hitch. i pull my thumb back from your clit, leaving you on the edge.
“please” you sob out, your eyes fluttering wide and pleading as you try to arch up into my hand to find that friction again. ”not yet baby, you lost the game remember? i think i deserve to play with you a little longer” “no please, please don't stop, i need it. please.”
“so pretty when you beg” using my free hand to gently cup your jaw, tilting your head up so you have to look right into my eyes. “i want to see you exactly like this for a little while. Im enjoying this way too much for me to end it”
We’re both still hazy with sleep. I press closer instinctively. We share a breath of laughter when my nose bumps yours. We’re not awake enough to speak, we communicate with soft sleepy noises only we know the meaning of. I bury my face into your neck, the skin is so warm and soft under my nose. I breathe in the smell of you, not your perfume that’s long since faded, no, the smell of you. It curls around my insides and settles around my heart.
“Baby,” my voice comes out low, rough with sleep. “I need to taste you.”
My lips move along your chest until I capture a nipple between my lips. Your back lifts off the bed instantly, a perfect bow. The sharp gasp you let out falling between us. I slip my hand between your back and the bed, fingers settling over the curve of your spine, holding you up, holding you to me. You press yourself against my mouth. You’re hardened, needy nipple pressing against my tongue. Soft whines fill the room as I worship your nipple. My lips, my tongue, my teeth lazily toying with you. My tongue plays across your chest towards your other nipple, sucking it into my mouth and flicking my tongue against it. Your hips twitch up, jerking against thin air.
“Please,” you beg quietly.
I want to tease you more, play with your nipples until you’re a squirming incoherent mess under me but I need to taste you so badly.
Still, I move slowly, peppering kisses along your stomach, brushing my nose across the skin. My eyes flutter when your fingers slip into my hair. I warp my hands around the top of your thighs when I settle between them, my fingers digging into the skin, holding you down.
“I adore you,” I whisper against the top of your inner thigh before placing a kiss there. “I adore your scent.” Another kiss to the other side. I use my thumbs to spread you open, exposing all of you to my eyes.
“You’re so pretty, all pink and swollen.”
I press a kiss into your clit. Your hips jerk up, trying to press closer. Your head already thrown back, hair a mess against the pillow, gasping for breath.
“Shhh baby. Let me savour you, let me worship you, let me devour you. Please.”
We’re cooking dinner together when I notice you bent over the kitchen counter, subtly wiggling your ass in my direction.
“What exactly are you doing, baby?” I ask leaning back against the opposite counter, crossing my arms. My eyes lingering on the soft roundness of your ass in those little shorts.
“Nothing,” you say innocently over your shoulder.
“Uh huh,” I nod, amused. “Because it looks like someone is begging to be spanked.”
“No, mommy.” You say sweetly, our eyes meeting over your shoulder. Your smile is cheeky and mine is fond. I raise an eyebrow at you when wiggle your ass side to side again.
“You’re sure about that?” I ask, stepping closer, pressing my hips into your ass, leaning in to cover your back completely. “You’re not wiggling this pretty ass around to tease me darling?” Your breath hitches when I thrust forward, pressing you hard into the edge of the counter. I have to bite back my own gasp at the friction of your ass against me.
I curl an arm around you, fingers trailing up your chest slowly until they reach your throat. Wrapping around it until I can feel your pulse thundering against my fingers. I press my thumb and forefinger in, applying a gentle pressure and guiding your head back against my shoulder.
“I bet you’re all wet for me already, aren’t you?” I whisper against your cheek. “Let’s find out just how wet my needy little girl is.”
One hand stays wrapped around your throat and the other slips down your stomach, teasingly slow as you tremble against me. My fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts and panties. It’s obscene how quickly my fingers get coated in your wetness.
“Needy girl.” I chuckle into your shoulder, fingers toying with your swollen clit.
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“Don’t you look so pretty on your knees for me.” I step even closer, my feet touching your knees, forcing your head to crane back almost painfully so you can keep your eyes on mine.
“Open up, baby” your mouth drops open instantly and I slip two fingers inside, pressing them down onto your tongue, hard. “Now suck”
You suck obediently, greedily. I let my eyes soften on yours and a hint of a soft smile appear on my face to show you how pleased I am with you. “Good girl.”
“Now, open wide, sweet girl and let me see that pretty pink tongue swirl around my fingers and flick between them.”
ok well have you considered bottom femme with really sharp nails who loves to scratch x super masochistic butch who is fucking her and they are both just moaning “harder” back and forth???? did you even think about that??
If you don't talk to your girl while you are eating her pussy, telling her how good she tastes, how pretty it is, or just straight up moaning as you suck her clit between your lips, you aren't doing it right.
i love setting a rule like “you’re not allowed to cum till I say so” just to see exactly where your limit is. just to see how long you can actually endure it before you can’t obey me anymore, how long you can manage to be my good girl.
i can see the effort of you trying to keep it together. your fingers digging into the sheets as you try to fight your own body just to please me. but you’re so far gone you can’t control your body anymore. your entire body goes rigid, your hips moving upward. it’s beautiful. you’re simply too far gone to stop it. you cum without permission.
and instead of stopping to punish you, i do the exact opposite. i just lock my hands onto your hips, lean all my weight down and go harder and faster. i don't let you breathe or back away. fucking you right through the peak of it, overstimulating you while you're hyper sensitive and defenseless.
“look at you” I whisper watching your worried face. “such a bad girl” you can't even handle the sensation. tears are just slipping down as you try to stifle a scream into the pillows, your body twitching from how overwhelming the pleasure is. i just hold you down and keep the pace furious, exactly how you like it. you want to cum without permission? sure, then do it again. give it to me a few more times. i know you can do that for me.
I love when she’s riding my cock and I lift her instead so I can fuck her harder from underneath, love watching her bounce on me while she falls apart taking very inch.
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