Kitty le Claire

I do NOT believe women are less than men.

I do NOT believe rape is okay. E V E R.

Consent is absolutely paramount before anything I post about should ever- could ever- happen in real life.

If you genuinely believe in the things I post, honestly, please just unfollow me.

A brief silence. Then his hand finds your hair.

"I'm proud of you for waiting so patiently."

There it is. The feeling you've been chasing all day, a warm flush that starts in your chest and spreads through your limbs. His fingers gently guide your head forward while his other hand unzips his pants. You see it then, heavy and hard, a drop of precum beading at the swollen pink tip.

"You know what I need, don't you, pet?"

Of course you do. Your mouth is already watering. Your lips part, taking in just the head, your tongue darting out to taste that single, salty-sweet drop.

It's not long before you're craving more. Bobbing your head, your eyes blissfully closed, thinking of nothing but the feeling of being full, taking him to the hilt as your chin slaps against his hips. You are a tool. A mouth. A pleasure pet, performing your most sacred duty.

He starts to groan, and his fingers tighten at the base of your skull. He's taking what he wants now, setting the pace with the pressure of his hand. "Such a good mouth for me," he breathes, each word dripping with praise, silencing all the useless noise in your head and leaving only this simple, perfect purpose.

Then give me aftercare by gently patting my now cherry red pussy. Do that until my breathing slows down and my body stops flinching everytime your hand comes down on me. Start rubbing my entire pussy, so you'll realize just how small it is and easy to cover with a single hand. Feel my clit throb and my hole leak as I finally reach orgasm. Keep resting your hand over it as we cuddle. Make me feel so warm and happy and protected and loved. You'll be the one who makes me feel that way, only you.

Preferably her head level with my crotch or lower. It's not even sexual, it's just a desire to have her corralled beneath me. There's something magical about her needing to physically look up to me. It's so reassuring to know if I look down she'll be there for me, content and waiting to be petted. Ready to be handled by me however I decide to handle her. It makes it easier and more convenient to leash her regularly too. And I think that's very cute and smol of her because beneath me is a very fitting and safe place for me to keep her.

i take her out on a date, we are sitting across each other at a restaurant. i look deep into her eyes and tell her just how flawless her makeup looks, how stunning the dress she picked is and how breathtaking her body looks in it. i watch her cheeks turn red, her laugh grows nervous, her words get more shy.

on the way home, i drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other drawing circles on her thigh. i keep feeding her little crumbs of approval: i laugh at her jokes, keep saying how funny and clever she is, how interesting i found that story she told me, how i could listen to her talk for hours. i observe how each compliment makes her muscles tense, her thighs press together.

we get to my place, i make sure she notices how i'm looking at her like i've been hunting her all evening, making sure she feels like a prey. i put my hands on her waist, pull her closer, and start whispering. i tell her just how much i crave her. how her scent is intoxicating. how i've never needed anyone the way i need her. her breathing gets more erratic, and the look in her eyes changes.

i say her body feels unbelievable as i tighten my grip, and a whimper falls from her lips.

i stuff my fingers into her mouth and tell her how good her tongue feels, then smile when i feel her starting to suck them more eagerly.

slip my hand beneath her underwear and let out a sigh when i feel how wet she already is. "such a good girl for me... getting yourself ready like this".

i slowly slide inside her and don't stop saying just how perfect she feels from inside, so warm, so tight. i let her know i am going insane with the way she's squeezing my fingers and watch how every word that leaves my mouth makes her squirm harder, whine louder, get more desperate and eager to please me, to show me how much of a good girl she really is, to make me proud to own her.

i keep making her cum again and again until her body is trembling, exhausted. her mind is completely clouded, unable to form a coherent thought. and yet, she keeps taking me like my personal little toy. she knows i'm addicted to how she sounds when she cums, and she needs to make me happy more than she needs air.

you watch how my tits dangle down before reaching out and pulling on my nipples hard, twisting them to check my reaction, seeing how my face screws up but my thighs squeeze together, you slap my tits so they swing underneath me and you laugh

you tell me to crawl around in a circle on all fours and come back to you with my ass facing you this time, you hold my pussy lips open so i feel exposed, before pressing on my clit like a button and watching how the pressure makes my toes wiggle

you push one finger inside me, seeing that my body reacts by arching my back slightly and letting out a whine, you add a second, a third, stretching my cunt out for your own entertainment, pushing them in and out slowly until my head drops to the ground and my legs instinctively spread further apart for you, but you stop

your fingers are slick with my juices, i feel them starting to rub circles on my asshole, my thighs start to tense and my breathing becomes faster, you do the same, one finger, two, three. by the third you’re ignoring my loud, pained moans, seeing how far you can take it

But would you actually:

– still want me when I get quiet and weird and overthink every text?

– remind me to eat and gently stop me when I try to use food to cope?

– hold me when I cry over nothing and everything at the same time?

– understand that my attitude sometimes is just anxiety in a louder outfit?

– tell me 47 times in one night that you’re not mad, you still love me, and no, you’re not going anywhere?

– love me when I’m clingy, chatty, shut down, overstimulated, or all of the above in one hour?

– be patient when my brain makes me ask, “Are you sure you love me?” again and again?

– let me nap on your chest while you play with my hair and tell me the world is okay?