I’m 28, mostly into girls and from Europe. This (side)blog is my secret diary/wish list. (18+)

i take your hands and pin them above your head. grazing your arms lightly before intertwining our fingers. i kiss you slowly, sensually, pulling away when you try to deepen the kiss. a rush of power and mischief emboldening me. still, my hands tremble when i tie the knot. “aw, is my little bunny excited?” i blush.

you don’t speak when i start to strip. but i can see the hunger in your eyes. your hands twitching slightly, eager to touch what’s yours.

but i’m enjoying myself far too much too care. i start grinding against your thigh. leaning down to kiss your nipples, alternating between sucking and blowing air against them. i want to taste you. i need to taste you. and i can. i move down until my face is finally between your thighs. more kisses. my mind sinking deeper into admiration. “you’re so beautiful, baby” i whisper against your skin before diving in.

“you’re such a good girl.” you pant, “always putting me first. i have trained you well, haven’t i?” it’s true. all i want is to make you feel good. and when you cum against my face, i finally get what i want. i’ve barely noticed my own hips frantically grinding done on the mattress in search of friction. anything to relieve the tension. but when your command to kiss you reaches my ears, even this is forgotten. i lean down and your legs wrap around my waist.

why don’t you ask nicely if you can taste me?, while pushing my thighs back together

aww, baby, you really are desperate to fuck me, aren’t you?, while you rush to get the strap on

turning away just the slightest bit so your kiss lands on the corner of my mouth and smiling up at you innocently

‘baby’, i say in my sweetest voice ‘can we try something new tonight?’ how could you deny me when i seem so soft and pliant. sitting in your lap, caressing your cheek with my nails. admiring your features. it’s impossible for you to say no.

so you let me push you down into the mattress. you even lift your hips so i can help you into your harness and strap. i’ll kiss the inside of your thigh, your side, your ribs and the spot right above your heart. you won’t notice or you won’t mind me tying your wrists to the bed frame.

you’re lost in the pleasure until i put my hand on your throat. not squeezing, just placing it there. that’s when you look up at me. i smile down at you. ‘stay still for me, alright?’ i say before lowering myself onto you. my hair falling over my shoulders, eyes closed. i’m wearing your shirt so you can only see my nipples poking through it. however, you can’t touch. not with your hands all tied up. ‘shh, baby, stop fighting’, i half-moan while riding you.

i sigh, nodding. i know you’re right but your touches set my skin on fire. i can never get enough of you. i want you closer. ‘whatever should i do with you?’