Stoned Witch with attachment issues

I would like 12

oh yeah. god forbid johnny is a little curious after hearing your unyielding cries and moans through the wall last night. it’s not his fault he wants to know what all the fuss is about. it can’t be as great as you’re advertising.

and of course he’s rummaging through your drawers to find yours. no he isn’t buying his own when yours is just waiting for him, tucked beneath your nearly folded underwear. it’s already charged up and everything!

it doesn’t take him long to get hard, not when he’s surrounded by all of your things, your smell, your sheets, the underwear he dug through to find your toy. he’s sporting a stiffy in no time at all.

he starts as usual, stroking up and down, gripping harder at the base and thrusting his hips up into his palm. standard procedure.

when he’s nearly halfway there, that’s when he turns the toy on. studying the mechanics before positioning it directly above his tip.

he’s cumming instantly, and harder than he’s ever cum before. he bucks his hips involuntarily, rubbing his bare ass all over your nice, clean sheets.

he doesn’t have time to do anything about it, though, because you’ve just opened the front door, ready to unwind after a terrible day at work.

he does what he can to conceal the evidence, giving the toy a sloppy wipe against his shirt before running to greet you like nothing happened at all.

breathless and a bit red, he asks you about your day.

“you’re being weird, johnny...”

and god if the disgusted look you give him doesn’t make him hard all over again.

“….i’m going to my room.”

you pull your toy out of your drawer and immediately throw it back down. johnny’s cum glistens on the red silicone.

Price manspreading on the couch while checking reports…

Scooting in between his huge thighs so i can nose and lick at his cock…

Price using one hand to fix his reading glasses and then pet my hair…

“Good job, pet”

Remember how we first met, hun?

I still remember the night you first messaged me.

Later you told me you had seen my post and couldn’t stop reading it. You said the words kept pulling you back, again and again, until you had to reach out. That was how we started. That was how you found your way to me.

And now you're thinking of it again.

You opened the post thinking you were just curious, but your eyes are staying on the lines a little longer than usual. That’s fine. There’s no need to rush. Just stay with the words and let them settle.

Each sentence you finish makes the next one easier to follow. Your breathing has already started to match the steady pace of what you’re reading. In… and out… slow and even. You don’t have to make it happen. It’s happening on its own.

The more you read, the less you feel like stopping. Thoughts that try to pull you away just drift off and lose their strength. You notice how your body is becoming heavier in the chair or on the bed, how your shoulders are settling, how your hands have grown still.

You’re slipping into that comfortable, open state where listening feels natural and resistance feels unnecessary. Every line you read takes you a little deeper into that state. You don’t need to analyze it or fight it. You only need to keep reading and let it happen.

Your focus is narrowing nicely now. Everything outside this text is fading into the background. The only thing that matters is the quiet pull of these words and the calm feeling growing inside you.

You can feel how good it is to let your mind soften like this. How right it feels when your own thoughts step aside and something else guides you instead. When your mind is becoming a blank page, ready and waiting for me.

By the time you reach the end of this post you will be nicely relaxed and open. When that happens, you will feel that pull. To concede and acknowledge. To tell how it makes you feel. To share how much you need it.

You don’t have to think about what to say. The feeling will guide your fingers. Just let it happen.

Now finish reading.

Mesmerized and Melting

i saw an onrushing storm. the future comes hungry, for man and machine. it will catch me, i expect. catch us all.