Nofar Dear

when i tell her to go fuck herself and my greedy femme holds my face to her pussy and fucks my mouth into her

the duality of wanting to pin her against the wall and fuck her until she’s gasping for air while also wanting to pull her close, rest her head against my chest, listening to my heartbeat while i run my fingers through her hair. i want both. i want all of her.

I am such a sucker for praise. you could ruin me, break me, and have me sobbing into the mattress, but the second you whisper good girl, you’re doing so well for me, I’ve got you, you’re perfect, that’s my girl, just like that against my ear I’m ready to do it all over again. It’s embarrassing how much power those some words have over me, or the way their voice makes me ache. I’ll be whatever you want as long as you keep saying it and as long as you keep talking, in that specific tone, that sends shivers down my spine.

I like when she curls into me, rambling about whatever has been living in her head all week. completely serious and invested. I nod along like I’m following every word. I’m not. at least I was, but I’m zoning out. it’s not because I don’t care, gosh I really do I love her little stories I care about everything she has to say. but sometimes it’s hard to focus, it’s hard to keep up when my eyes drift to her mouth. the way she pauses to remember details, the way she looks at me to check if I’m listening and keeps going even when she knows my attention slipped somewhere else. my hand rests at her side at first. she keeps talking. but my fingers start moving, slow lines, caressing absentmindedly. her voice doesn’t stop, but it softens. “go on” i say she continues very determined. I lean in to place small kisses near her lips, not enough to interrupt, just enough to make her forget the next word. ahh there it is. when she exhales trying to refocus. “sorry” she says, restarting her sentence. “you don’t have to apologize I’m listening” my thumb drifts again, lower this time. up her thighs. her sentence breaks halfway through. “you forgot sweetheart? try again, take your time remember your story”she does but quieter now. I pull her a little closer so i can get a closer look and easier access, so she can feel every shift of my hand while she talks. my fingers find that warm spot I’ve been looking for. each time she finds her rhythm, I ruin it. a kiss between words. my voice warm near her ear “continue. I’ve got you.” she tries so hard to keep the story going. and keeps losing it. eventually she just leans into me instead of fighting it, head settling against my shoulder like she gave up without admitting it. I guide her down into my arms “come here” I whisper “right here.” soft kisses. “why’d you stop talking?” poor thing she’s embarrassment. my hand resumes, not teasing anymore. touching her exactly how I planned. rubbing her clit, slow circles at first. “I’m not stopping you” I say softly “you can keep going” a pause. “unless you can’t” she doesn’t answer. I smile almost sympathetic I almost feel bad. “all those thoughts disappeared the moment I touched you?” cute little whines are all I get in response. I hold her here. she bucks her hips, needing more. and I give her exactly that. pushing two fingers inside her, neck kisses, soft whimpers. no stories, no thoughts, brain foggy. fucking her dumb, until she can think anymore. as if whatever she was talking about is absolutely wiped from her brain. can’t formulate a coherent sentence even if she tried. “baby you were never finishing that story” I whisper gently “just focus on me, I’ve got you” I keep her exactly where she wants to be even if she won’t say it “you’ll finish your story an other time, focus on cumming instead princess”.

hearing her repeat that she belongs to me while she cums cures my jealousy problems

she’s such an overthinker i wanna fuck her until she cant think anymore

where are the perverted girls that look all cute but then the second you get them alone, all they want is to be a good girl for mommy?

little by little, i’ve conditioned you to become a dumb witted, thoughtless little slut who loves pulling her panties aside for pussy inspections on command. it didn’t start this way. you used to hesitate, used to blush and look away. used to need gentle coaxing. “come here, baby. let me see.” you shy at first, embarrassed. but i was patient. consistent. every single day, asking to see. making it routine. normal. “show me.” until it became automatic. until you stopped thinking about it. now i just have to say the words and you’re already moving. already reaching down. already pulling your panties to the side without question. no hesitation anymore. no embarrassment. just obedience. just that empty-headed compliance i’ve trained into you. watching your brain shut off the moment i give the command. all thoughts disappearing. just spreading your legs and showing me like the good girl you’ve become. and you love it now. love how simple it is. love not having to think. love just obeying. getting wet just from hearing “inspection time, angel.” your body responding before your brain even processes it. conditioned so perfectly. trained so well. i’ll be across the room and just say “come here, sweetheart. show me.” and you’re already walking over. already hiking up your skirt or pulling down your pants. already pulling your panties aside and spreading yourself open for me to inspect. no questions. no thoughts. just automatic obedience. exactly how i trained you. and i love checking my work. love seeing how wet you are just from following commands. love the glazed look in your eyes. love how dumb and pliant you’ve become. my perfect, brainless little slut. inspecting you whenever i want. sometimes multiple times a day. sometimes in public when we’re out, pulling you into a bathroom. “show me.” you obeying instantly. sometimes first thing in the morning. “let me see how wet you got overnight, baby.” you spreading yourself before you’re even fully awake. it’s become such a part of your routine you don’t even remember what it was like before. can’t imagine not showing me whenever i ask. your brain has been rewired. conditioned to obey. to display yourself. to be my mindless little slut who pulls her panties aside on command without a single thought.