Eris

call me eris i'm transfem, early 20s, she/her

this is my nsfw blog; welcome in

i'm a sub-leaning switch. as the url suggests, this is a wlw blog.

feel free to send in nsfw asks! i may be unwilling to divulge much in the way of personally identifiable information, but i'd love to hear your confessions and fantasies. leave your age and pronouns! and feel free to claim an emoji

kinks: orgasm denial, prasie & degradation, begging, bondage, voyeurism

sometimes somno, piss, and cnc (will tag)

minors DNI

do you, pretty girl?

do you need me to plant kisses down your thighs while i tease you with my index finger? hold your hips down as i drag my tongue in circles around it? suck on you until your pretty clit is swollen and puffy?

i moved suddenly from tongue-fucking your pussy to sharply sucking your clit, and your back arched as you cried out with a moan.

“that’s my sweet girl,” i whispered as fingers probed deep into you. your calves and ankles were covered in fresh bite marks and your thighs looked as though i had spilled blots of purple ink all over them.

you’re all mine, and everybody would know.

“mommy… mommy please- i’m getting close” your legs were beginning to tremble. i stood up, gazing into your gorgeous, bright eyes with lids half closed.

I pulled up your dress and began to thrust my cock into that pretty pussy, feeling your warm walls stretch around me. your legs started trembling more with each movement, your gasps and groans growing louder.

“good girl. are you ready to cum for me?”

“y-y-yes momm–“

“cum for me darling.”

you let out a whimper and your pussy closed around my cock, your legs finally giving way as you collapsed into my outstretched arms

i need to cum. i have places to be in the morning. but i can't, not until she returns

i'm trying not to touch myself — need to sleep, can't get distracted. But my hips keep moving, and my mind keeps going to all the things she told me just before she left. i was moaning, whimpering; she'd been edging me for an hour now

"darling, you know i've gotta go tomorrow right?" i couldn't respond, i just groaned and kept rutting against her thigh. "no no no, use your words pretty girl"

"yes- yes mommy," i muttered

"you're gonna touch yourself every night, understand?" i whimpered and answered, "yes ma'am" "and you're not going to cum until i get back, understand?"

i remember stopping and looking at her in terror. for as long as i had been with her she had always let me cum after a few days. i'd never gone that long, didn't know if i could. "mommy- mommy please don't– mommy i can't" "who do you belong to?" "you, mommy, but–" "that's right baby. now did i say you could stop moving" "no, ma'am, sorry ma'am." i started grinding against her, savoring what i knew i wouldn't have for weeks "now that's my good girl"

so here i am, alone, over my blankets, listening to an asmr video to help me sleep. i can't focus on the instructions the video is giving, because all i can think about are her instructions. the instructions she gave me to masturbate earlier tonight. she had me put a vibrator in while i met up for dinner with an old school friend. i sat there for an hour and a half talking about nothing, praying to be fingered. begging the fates to have someone come around and throw me on top of the table, sending the plates clanging around the small restaurant. rip my panties off and leave them hanging on one leg while my fluids drip down my thighs. plunge their fingers deep into me and fuck me until my cum leaves the tablecloth soaked.

"did you find the book you were looking for, sweetheart?" she whispered

i started to respond before she kicked up the speed on the vibrator and i exhaled sharply

"not- not yet mommy," i managed, a hand pressed against the bookshelf to stabilize me

i pulled out another book, feigning focus on its introduction while i hear the soft scrape of my leather belt being pulled from its buckle. my breathing grew more and more ragged each page i flipped. she was moving faster, faster, faster.

"i- i'm almost-" i exhaled those words, barely able to speak, much less read and process the academic prose in front of me

she stopped. i stared at her deep earthen eyes, silently pleading mommy, mommy i need it

choking me, filling my throat

not under you, humping your boot as you smile condescendingly at me

nor between your legs, serving your most intimate areas with my tongue

off to the side, sucking on those delightful, long fingers. fighting to take it all in, like a duck lunging for the bread tossed off to the side by a park-goer lazing on the bench. your wrist limp and uncaring. trying not to let those long nails scratch the back of my throat as your other hand works away on your laptop.

watch your teeth, sweetie — your eyes not moving from your screen. i'm sputtering as i try to apologize with my mouth completely filled.

kissing your knuckles, which are as dark and beautiful as the night sky. licking the underside of your forefinger, which glows like moonlight treasuring those gorgeous ruby-red nails that extend three eights of inch from the tip of your finger