Gentle-Sadist

talking her through it while my hand stays hidden and her body starts betraying her. I tell her she is getting tight around me, that I can feel every little clench, every needy pull, every pathetic flutter of her pussy trying to keep my fingers inside. I remind her that she is in public, that she should be ashamed of how wet she is, that she should be embarrassed by how fast she is falling apart, but instead she just gets softer, wetter, weaker, because being used quietly like this makes her even more desperate.

Safety rarely looks impressive. Eat something. Drink water. Bedtime. Come here. I’ve got this. Small instructions that mean almost nothing until you have spent years making every decision alone. Then the right voice says them and something in you goes quiet. You were always capable of carrying everything yourself. That was never the problem. The problem was getting so used to carrying it that exhaustion started feeling like independence.

You wake up to my deep moans and the filthy wet sound between us, still half asleep, still soft, still mine under my hands. I remind you quietly that you asked for this, and your thighs open a little more like your body is too honest for your pride. Slow, deep, warm, messy, my cock filling you while you hide your face and pretend you are not loving every second.

Cum dripping down my shaft, your mouth already open, because good girls do not ask what comes next. They clean up the mess they begged for.

I like foreplay. Slow kisses, warm hands, making you feel safe enough to melt. But I love bending you over the counter, pulling your panties aside, and fucking you like my ruined little slut forgot she had dignity.

spitting on your pussy, slapping it with the tip, then making my little slut take every inch like she was made for nothing else

calling you my little slut while I ruin you slowly

Being provided for does not quiet the part of you that wants to be chosen with hunger. Stability can hold your life together and still leave your skin lonely. You know the difference. That is the wound.