SapphicMoth

So even after she washes them

Sometimes I catch her looking at me with this awestruck look on her face - My loquacious girl left speechless

And I don't really understand - sure i've got a pretty face -but she has seen all the ways in which I am misshapen and wrong underneath these clothes

I see it enough in mirrors - leaned to hide from seeing all of myself at once with nothing on lest i'm left in tears

Yet she will caress this body in worship - kiss all the places that make me feel trapped - whisper beautiful things against my skin

Enthralled

And I hold onto that desperately - understanding unneeded - selfishly relishing this undeserved adoration

I dread the day she gets over this - is able to watch me walk towards her all dolled up and be indifferent

Or have her see me in nothing at all and deliberately ignore the parts of my shape that hold me hostage

Being called a filthy slut while she roughly slides her pussy back and forth across your tongue after just having fucked you senseless

Riding your face until it's an absolute fucking mess and your practically drowning in her cum while whimpering around her clit

And all you want to do is sweep her off her feet and into bed

Cradle her in your arms and kiss her softly

Whisper the kindest words your heart could ever carry in her ear to chase away the gloom

Every possible bit of reassurance given

To be able to stroke her skin - hold her until every tremble and tear is forgotten and the only reason she might shake now is from desire

Because she is wanted and safe and cared for in every possible way and you would do everything in your power to worship her

Make her see how beautiful she is - have her understand the brilliance you see when you look at her

I also love the feeling of being owned - something pretty to be shown off and proudly called Mine

I often crave a way for these feelings to be entwined

In lieu of the 2 most obvious shows of ownership a shiny pretty thing on my finger or a thick collar around my neck

Give me a plain bangle - inscribed with her name on the inside, maybe some special thin chains in gold and silver I can change out the necklace pendants on each day, or a helix piercing with some precious stone i'll never want to take off

So no matter what my fit is, she'll always be able to find a piece from her on my body.

Especially since her pretty bites I love so much on my inner thighs can't always be on display

Something to show subtle ownership for everyone else to see

And if I make a mistake...and she can't find the bits of precious metal on my body that she put in all that effort to pick out and gift...

Then perhaps she'll place a particular chain around my neck, one she can pull oh so tight while leading me to delectable punishment♡

1. Babygirl (Hold my chin and make me look at you please?)

2. Brat (Fight me for dominance, but make sure you win)

3. Slut (String pretty words with this if you want me to whimper)

4. Beautiful Creature (Especially useful if i'm naked beneath your hands)

5. Good Girl (Basic but always makes me throb)

6. Goddess (Deity worship gives me shivers)

7. My Girl/My Love/Mine (I want to feel owned dammit!)

8. Mistress (There will be punishment if you forget to thank me)

9. Mommy (Listen to Mommy, I know exactly what my pretty toy needs)

Set up a mirror infront of the bed

Now bend her over and fuck her infront of it - yank her hair so she knows to keep her head up enough so you can make eye contact with her in the mirror

Bonus points if you give her some extra silicone to hold between her hands so you can watch her choke on it

And Gods does it ever feel good when she slides her pretty delicate hand inside slowly - down to the wrist bone

Filling every inch of you - fucking you until you can't think and your muscles give out, sliding down from your knees to your belly when she slips her hand back out coated in your cum

Think about it...you come home after a trash day just to have your girl shove you onto the bed

She starts ravishing you with bites and bruising touches

Tossing you over and back to strip you down just enough for her to then stuff two fingers knuckle deep inside you

Immediately hitting all the right spots so hard and so damn fast that you're forced to cum over and over and over within minutes until you're left all floaty and fucked out, brain melted in the best possible way

And seven hells

She isn't done with you yet

On your knees now, face shoved into the pillows, she immediately buries her strap in your messy pussy

Stretching you out beautifully

And she's relentless - Rutting into you with a feral intensity

Hand in your hair, keeping you in place, demanding you call out her name and thank her every single time you cum

You quickly lose count of how many times you've babbled those words into the sheets

And just when you think she must be done with you she oh so politely leans forward against you and asks If You Can Take More

Because selfishly, greedily, she is thoroughly enjoying the view of you writhing beneath her - hearing your moans and whimpers and her name on your tongue - the feel of your heavy hips in her hands as she thrusts against you - watchful for every little reaction so she can keep learning your body

So yes You Can Fucking Take More and Gods She Is So Fucking Hot until you're both a heavy breathing heap on the bed

All these aching Blacks and Greys are pulling me under

Cotton Candy giggling sweetness and fluttery warmth filling our chests

I'm drowning in a Windsor Blue so deep it's Bone

Pink Lavander languid kisses beautifully lasting ages

This Carbon intense fear that i'll sink so far cross that line and won't be able to come back

Our hushed whimpers, breathy sighs, and whispered "I love you"s as delicate as Pale Rose Blush

Pleading with the monstrous Mars dark creature in my head to let me go

Roving hands leaving trails of Barbie bright Florescent Pink happiness across our skin

This depressive episode is an everlasting Neutral Grey shroud I often can't shake on my own

Simultaneous Opera Rose delight from fingertips to buzzing cores

Scrambling to the warmer shades of Ivory Black just long enough to reach out for help

Bursts of Alizarin Crimson in the climax

Please let her find me through this Graphite sea of unfelt enjoyment, suffocating unworthiness, choking hold of never being enough or too much all at once

Dozing off after, our enduring love safe wrapped up in the strength of Quinacridone Magenta