Luce

You can call me Luce or titles such as Mommy and Ma’am.

Mostly nsfw posts, but I do throw in sfw stuff here and there.

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Early 30’s

Switch (leaning dom)

She/her pronouns

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Preferences

Nothing too specific that I look for in terms of preferences, however immaturity and dryness are particularly off-putting to me. Also, while I’d say technically I’m a switch.. generally I created this blog to express my dominant side, and thus I would not expect to dominate me. My standards in that respect are quite high, and there are very few exceptions.

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Extra

Overall, despite the sadism, I do tend to be quite caring.. intimately and generally. I always try to make sure anyone I interact with on a personal level is very comfortable. I’m quite dedicated to that and to anyone I’m intimate with.

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Feel free to message me anytime. I may be slow to reply, so don’t take it personally if it takes a while.

Anons: 🪽,🌺.

Do not interact with me if you’re under 18.

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NSFW ↴

“Look at yourself, baby,” I whisper softly against your ear, lips brushing your skin. “Look at how pretty you are when Mommy fingers you like this.”

I spread my fingers inside you, stretching your tight walls, then curl them firmly against your sensitive spot while tugging your nipple upward.

“You’re already shaking… so sensitive tonight.” I pinch harder, rolling your swollen nipple between my fingers. “Are you going to cum just from Mommy’s fingers again?”

Hello, doll. ♡

I'd gladly keep being on here and interacting with you so can I claim 🌺? Though I won't be an anon hehe, just so you remember me. I'm 18 years old and my pronouns are she/her

Hi there, dear. ♡

I’m really glad you stumbled across my blog. It always makes me smile knowing someone enjoys my writing.

You’re very welcome! Honestly, if they want you to be meaner or whatever, and you don’t want to, maybe that group of people just isn’t the right audience! :) Sometimes people like a little pain instead of a whole lot. I feel like I want to be more corrupted in the softer and loving ways. I want to be more of an art piece to create and admire rather than just something to destroy, if that makes sense.

You mentioned you’ve been on other platforms, what ones? Also, are you a writer or do you just do this to let out some thoughts on the side??

Hope you’re having a good day !!!!!

Hello again, hun. ♡

When I first joined this app, I saw everyone putting random emojis in their intros and genuinely thought they were just there for the aesthetic, lol. So of course, dear, you can absolutely claim 🪽, I'll think of you whenever I see it.

And thank you for such a sweet message. In past relationships and dynamics, I tried being rougher because it was what my partners wanted, but it always left me feeling... off afterward. I've realized I'm much happier staying in my softer, gentler lane.

You seem genuinely lovely yourself. I have no doubt you'll find someone, If not already, who will absolutely adore and admire you.

I used to post on Reddit quite a bit, but these days I spend most of my free time writing Discord servers instead. I still wouldn't call myself a real writer, though—I think I've just picked up a lot of experience from spending way too many hours chatting and roleplaying with sweet girls over the years.

Thank you, hun. ♡

I’ve jumped between a few platforms writing this kind of stuff, but this one feels really nice so far.

Honestly, I sometimes feel like being gentle does me more harm than good. A lot of people have asked me for rougher, meaner stuff, that I’m too much of a softie to execute. I’m definitely not opposed to writing it though. I actually love being a little cruel in my words… especially making pretty girls cry for me.

“Push back on mommy’s fingers, baby. Show me how badly you need them.”

She moans softly and rocks back immediately, taking me deeper. Her slick walls clench greedily around my fingers with every thrust. I keep a steady rhythm, fucking her a little harder each time, letting the wet, obscene sounds fill the room.

“Listen to that,” I whisper against her ear, my breath brushing her skin. “You’re so fucking wet for me. My pathetic, dripping little girl… making such a mess on mommy’s hand.”

Her arms start to tremble, elbows threatening to give out as she pushes back desperately. I add a third finger, stretching her open while my other hand rubs tight, firm circles over her swollen clit. Her moans turn into broken whimpers, head dropping as her whole body shakes.

I grab her hair gently and pull her head back. “Don’t hide that pretty face. I want to hear every sound that comes out of you.”

She cries out, hips jerking wildly now. I curl my fingers harder, stroking that sensitive spot inside her over and over.

I settle between her thighs and drag my tongue slowly up her dripping slit. She desperately jerks and whines.

“Stay still or I stop.” I pin her hips down and lick deeper, sucking on her swollen clit until her hands clench the sheets.

The low, steady hum begins. Her thighs tense, fingers tightening around her wine glass as she looks up at me with those adorable, pleading eyes.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me,” I whisper in her ear. I nudge her legs apart just a little more, keeping the toy pressed firmly against her sensitive spot.

Every time the vibrations deepen, her cheeks flush darker. She bites her lip, fighting back the whimpers that threaten to spill out as the waiter refills our drinks.

“Please…” she whispers breathlessly, barely audible, her hand finding my thigh under the table and gripping desperately.

I lean in closer, brushing my lips against her ear again. “Please what, baby? You wanted this. Now you’re going to sit here and take it.”

Her eyes meet mine, glassy and desperate.

“Mommy, please…”

“Not yet, baby. I want to hear you beg a little longer.”