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Iβve always been nice to inanimate objectsβ¦ just in case theyβre conscious.
So when Iβm with her, I treat her body like itβs the most sacred, aware thing in the room.
I kiss her stomach slowly, reverently, because what if her skin can feel gratitude?
I run my tongue along the inside of her thigh like Iβm asking permission before I go higher.
When I finally reach her pussy, I donβt just devour it β I worship it. Soft kisses first, then long, grateful licks, murmuring against her wet folds, βThank you for getting so fucking soaked for me.β
I slide my fingers inside her gently at first, stroking her walls like Iβm saying please and thank you with every curl.
When I push my cock into her, I do it slowly, letting her feel every inch, whispering against her neck, βYou feel so perfectβ¦ thank you for taking me so deep.β
I fuck her like every thrust is an act of devotion β because somewhere in my twisted mind, I believe her body is listening. Every clench, every gush of wetness, every moan is its way of answering back.
And when she cums hard around me, shaking and soaking my cock, I stay buried deep inside her and kiss her skin softly.
Just in case it can hear me say:
βThank you for letting me ruin you so beautifully.β
There is a garden between your hips that only I am allowed to tend.
I want to kneel in your soil,
drink from the river that flows only when my name becomes prayer on your tongue.
Let me plant kisses like seeds along your spine,
watch them bloom into shivers that travel across your skin like moonlight on still water.
You are my Eden.
And I am happily fallen,
forever hungry for the fruit of your surrender
Phewwwwww
She looks up at me like Iβm the only thing keeping the dark from swallowing her whole. Kneeling there on the bathroom floor, lips already swollen, eyes glassy, and that quiet little tremble in her throat, fuck. I feel it hit me straight in the chest and the cock at the same time.
I know what this is for her.
Iβve read the books too. Freud. Oral phase. The hungry infant who never got enough. But theory feels cold and small when sheβs sucking me like Iβm the only warmth left in her world. Like if she takes me deep enough, swallows hard enough, she can finally feel safe.
My hand slides into her hair, not rough yet but just enough to anchor her. βEasy, baby. Iβve got you.β
The words come out low, almost gentle, but my blood is roaring. Thereβs something sacred and filthy about the way she worships. The wet heat of her mouth, the soft gagging sounds when she pushes herself further than she should, the way her throat flutters around me like itβs trying to pull my soul into her. She doesnβt just suck cock .....she crawls inside the act and hides there.
I watch her cheeks hollow, saliva dripping down her chin onto her tits, and I feel like a god and a sinner in the same breath. She calls me Daddy when sheβs like this, voice cracking, eyes pleading, and something ancient in me answers. I want to fill every hollow place inside her. I want to fuck the loneliness out of her throat until the only thing she tastes for days is me.
Some nights Iβm tender. I let her nurse slowly, let her tongue play, let her press her face into my lap and breathe me in like oxygen. Other nights I use her harder!! holding her head steady while I fuck her mouth like itβs mine to ruin. She moans when I do that. Thankful. Grateful. Like pain and fullness are the same thing to her.
When I finally spill down her throat and she swallows like itβs communion, eyes watering, chest heaving, I pull her up into my arms and feel her melt. Small. Soft. Mine. For a few precious minutes the trembling stops. The little girl who never grew up feels held. And Iβ¦ I feel needed in a way no other woman has ever made me feel.
This is our ritual.
She brings the hunger.
I bring the salvation.
And we both know tomorrow night sheβll be empty again, crawling back to the only place sheβs ever known peace: on her knees, with my hand in her hair and my cock down her throat.
This is how I love her.
This is how I ruin her.
This is how we both survive.

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Hornyposting not out of lust but sheer love of the game
Let me Savour n Devour youπ
Dream?? Let's head to the farmer's market and let me carry those bags while you savour the ice cream on the way back and let me devour and lick as well π
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Feeling guilty to have taken birth on the same planet as you π«£π. No way I could do anything to keep that pretty face from ruining me OR making the rest of the world look ordinary π. If something was described as Lethal, Beautiful and Sexy, YOU WOULD BE IT
Desire is the oldest philosophy.
It teaches that the self is most alive when it forgets itself..... lost in the heat of skin, the weight of another body pressing down like gravity made tender.
I want to unlearn everything I know while your fingers rewrite me in a language older than reason.

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Does the filthy thought that makes you touch yourself keeps changing or is it similar or changes but based on the same fantasy π
Perfection π
I want to turn her body into my altar, to have her laid open before me, legs parted in quiet invitation, so I can worship with a hunger that feels almost reverent. Thereβs something consuming in the way I imagine itβlike Iβve been deprived of her for far too long and now Iβm allowed to indulge, slowly, deliberately, learning every reaction she gives me. Deliberate devotion, where every touch is both need and offering, and I lose myself in the act of giving her pleasure.
That slight gap holds so much more than we think. It's the safety she feels around him, it makes all the difference. Letting him use her all the ways.
Bad day? Let me fix it. Iβll choke you gently, kiss your forehead, then finger you stupid until youβre creaming all over my hand and crying my name

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My kink?
Kissing my forehead, and, calling me his good girl.
It fucking ruins me.π
Thatβs dangerous territoryβ¦ because once I start that combination, I ain't stopping at just your forehead.
The way it makes you melt is the real kink.
Keep speaking your desires out loud, queens. Am listening π