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

‘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?’

a few minutes later my vision is blurry from the tears in my eyes. it’s hard not to gag around her but she has been patient. kind of. honey, please try to make an effort. i don’t want to be rough with you. it’s a lie. she purposely chose the big strap. one hand tightening in my hair. the other pressed against the wall, steadying herself. i want to ask her to slow down but it’s just incoherent mumbles around her. she pulls out. slaps my face with her strap a few times. my saliva against my cheek. aww, is it too big? i nod. i want to please her, it was me who told her that i want to be able to take her, but i’m unsure now… can i?

don’t worry, i’ll help you. she pushes in again. except this time she takes two steps forward. effectively trapping my head against the wall and her groin. you’ll learn. one way or another. her next thrusts are sharper. the back of my head hitting the wall every time i try to pull away. with her hands on either side of my head, i can’t turn away either. that’s it, she coos, let me in. you can’t fight me.