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@peachymoonie
About me
I'm Eenee, mostly go by she/they pronouns and write little sapphic poetry as well as horny 18+ rambles when the mood strikes. My adorable girlfriend can be found at @skirkumstantialsuzerain.
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#eeneedoms - my dommy posts
#eeneesubs - my subby posts
#eeneepoems - my poetry
Cis woman, trans girlies, nonbinary people, and anyone who isn’t a het-cis man are welcome here.
Men / minors do not interact, you will be blocked on sight
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I just need to grind again mommy’s thigh right now while making out with her and getting all cozy and snuggled after…
Just need to remind a cute sub to drink lots of water. Hydration is so important, sweet thing. You can be a good girl and drink another glass of water for me, right?
Just the idea of them sitting on my lap, drinking glass after glass, but suddenly needing to go... yet not being able to due to my arm wrapped around their waist while I softly play with their clit.
"Mommy, I need to go."
I continue to softly rub little circles around your clit, pretending not to notice the urgency in your voice. "Awww, where do you need to go, little thing?"
"Y-you know..."
"I'm afraid I don't, darling. If you want something, you know you need to use your words. Can you use your words for me?"
"P-please, I'm… I need to… I’m going to… Please let me go to the bathroom."
I gently press down on that pretty tummy of yours. "Awww, you really need to go? But I'm not done with you yet, sweet girl. You can stay with me just a short while longer, right?"
I softly slip my fingers in, feeling how incredibly wet you are. "Awwww, you're so wet for me. You're being so good for me right now, and you look so, so pretty when you're so needy and desperate."
“Hmm, alright. How about we play a game? I’ll let you go, but only after you cum. Does that sound fair?”
Watching the panic mix with absolute desperation on your face is intoxicating. Your hands grip my thighs, your knuckles turning white as another wave of urgency hits you, but you can't move away from my hand.
"P-please, Mommy... I can't... it hurts..."
"I know it does, sweetheart," I murmur, leaning in to press a soft kiss just below your ear while my thumb speeds up its rhythm, applying just a fraction more pressure. "But the faster you give in for me, the faster you get your reward. You want to be a good girl and cum for Mommy, don't you?"
Your hips give a pathetic, involuntary twitch against my fingers, caught completely between the desperate need to go and the overwhelming rush of pleasure overtaking your body. Every little gasp you take is strained, your pretty tummy trembling beneath my hand as my arm stays wrapped securely around your waist, keeping your back pinned firmly against my chest.
"That's it, squirm for me," I whisper, nipping playfully at your earlobe. "Let's see how fast you can boil over when you're this beautifully full."
The trembling in your thighs becomes too much to handle as my fingers move faster, driving you right over the edge. Your back arching against my chest as the orgasm hits, a sharp, helpless gasp tearing from your throat.
But with the sudden, violent release of the climax, your control completely snaps.
You try so hard to hold it back, but the sheer intensity of the sensation makes your muscles betray you.
"Awww... look at that," I coo softly in your ear, my arm tightening around your waist as your body continues to shudder from the aftershocks. "You couldn't even wait for the bathroom, could you, sweet girl? You just totally lost control all over mommy’s fingers."
I feel the deep, embarrassed shudder that goes through your entire body, but my arm doesn't loosen its grip even a fraction. Instead, I keep you pinned right there against my chest, letting you marinate in exactly what you just did. Your thighs are still shaking, completely spent, soaked through and utterly helpless.
Only when your racing heart starts to slow do I finally let my arm relax. The heavy tension melts into something softer as I gently take you by the hips, turning you around in my lap until you’re forced to face me. You immediately try to hide your hot, flushed face against my chest, burying yourself in my shoulder. I just chuckle softly, wrapping my arms tightly around you to pull you into a warm, heavy hug. I press a slow row of kisses into your hair and along your temple, one hand gently stroking your back while the other slips down to rub your stomach, soothing the lingering ache.
"There you go, breathe for me, sweet girl," I murmur softly, my breath warm against your ear. I rest my chin on your head, letting the silence stretch for a moment before I speak again. "Look at you, still shaking so hard. You really couldn't help it, could you? You were just so beautifully desperate for Mommy, and you did so, so good giving in for me. I’m not mad at all, darling, I promise. You’re my perfect, messy sweet thing. Let’s just cuddle like this for a while and keep you warm, okay?"
Just need to tease you
so, so, gently
Until you can't help but fall apart in my arms and just let all those worrisome thoughts go. Wouldn't want you to have all those complex and big thoughts right sweet girl?
Just seeing those little tears well up in your eyes as you let go would heal me
woke up with wet boxers thinking about easing myself inside of you. thinking about taking my time getting there first. making you wait for it. kissing your neck. your chest. pressing my mouth to every part of you that makes you squirm before i even think about giving you what you actually need. feeling how desperate you are. how worked up. how ready. the way you'd grab at me and try to pull me where you need me and i'd move your hands. put them back down.
"not yet."
you whimpering. hips shifting. trying to find something to press against.
making you wait a little longer because i enjoy every moment of watching you get increasingly needier.
finally lining myself up. pressing the tip against you and waiting there. feeling you try to push down onto me immediately.
holding your hips still.
"be patient."
a broken sound. your hands gripping the sheets. "please— mommy please i've been so good please—"
"you have." pressing a kiss to your jaw. "you have been so good." pressing in just slightly. just barely. feeling you gasp. "that's why you're going to get exactly what you want."
pressing in slow.
so slow.
feeling you stretch around me inch by inch. feeling how warm you are. how perfectly you take me every single time like your body was made specifically for this. for me. feeling you grip me immediately. so desperately. a long shaky moan slipping out of you that you couldn't have held back if you tried.
stopping halfway. just to feel it. just to watch your face.
"mommy—" barely a word. "mommy please all of it please—"
pressing in the rest of the way.
staying completely still.
fully inside you. feeling you clench around me. feeling your whole body shudder from it. feeling how full you are and how much you needed to be full and how those two things are making you absolutely fall apart before i've even moved.
pressing my forehead to yours. looking at you properly.
"you feel so good." cooed at you. "every single time. you always feel this good and it still gets me every time."
you making a small whiny sound. eyes becoming glassy.
starting to move. slow deep rolls at first. taking my time. savoring it. feeling every single second of it. feeling you get wetter the longer it goes. feeling the way you open up for me gradually. the way your body adjusts and then takes me. completely. perfectly.
"mommy—" grabbing at my arms. "more— please—"
"i've got you." not speeding up yet. keeping it slow and deep. making you feel every single movement. "i've got you baby. need to keep enjoying how good you feel."
watching your face. learning it all over again even though i already know it. the way your brow furrows when something feels especially good. the way your mouth falls open. the way your eyes flutter and then find mine like you need to see me while it's happening. like eye contact is part of what makes it real.
holding your gaze. not looking away.
"you feel so perfect." moving a little deeper now. watching you gasp. "so perfect every single time. i don't know how you do that."
"please— please harder— please i need—"
giving you harder. feeling you cry out immediately. your whole body arching up toward me. hips rolling desperately to meet mine. the sounds you're making getting louder and less controlled.
"that's it." so low. so warm. "that's it baby. take it."
feeling how good you feel around me. that's the thing. that's always the thing. i tell myself i'll take it slow. i'll be patient. i'll draw it out. and then i'm inside you and everything rational just leaves. because you feel too good. because the way you grip me and the sounds you make and the way you look at me make it impossible to think about anything except staying right here. exactly like this. for as long as possible.
"i can't stop." against your ear. so honest. so completely undone by you. "you feel too good. you always feel too good. i'm going to need you to just take it."
you sobbing slightly. arms wrapping around me. pulling me closer. deeper. "please don't stop. please mommy please i need it please don't stop—"
"i'm not stopping." pressing deeper. feeling you clench immediately. "i told you. i can't. you won't let me."
your hips moving frantically now. meeting every thrust. chasing it. both of us completely lost in it.
"who do you belong to." so low. so certain.
"you—" immediately. without thinking. "i'm yours mommy—"
"yeah you are." hand finding your jaw. tilting your face up. making you look at me while i'm moving inside you. holding your gaze. "every single part of you. all mine."
you nodding. eyes wet.
"and nobody." pressing deep and staying there for a moment. feeling you gasp at the fullness of it. "nobody else is going to touch you like this. nobody else is going to make you feel the way i make you feel. you understand that?"
"yes— yes mommy yes— just you— only you—"
"say it properly."
"nobody else." your voice breaking on it. hips still moving even though i've stilled. still chasing. still needing. "just you. only you. you're the only one who makes me feel like this. you're the only one i want. please— please mommy please move—"
starting again. deeper this time. harder. giving you everything.
feeling you completely unravel under me. the sounds you make. the way you stop being able to form words and are reduced to just sounds. desperate, whiny sounds that go straight through me. the way your nails find my back. my shoulders. gripping hard. the way you keep pulling me closer like you want me deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.
"mommy i'm gonna cum—" crying properly now. tears sliding down. hips moving desperately. "mommy please i'm so close please don't stop please please please—"
"i've got you." not slowing down. not even slightly. "i feel it. i feel how close you are." pressing deeper. steadier. "cum for me. right now. i want to feel it. cum for me."
my words hitting you hard. your body relaxing more at the permission. feeling you fall apart completely.
the way your whole body arches up and then shudders. the way you clench around me so hard it makes me lose my rhythm for a second. the way you say my name over and over and over like it's the only thing your brain has left. your hips still moving through it. riding every wave. taking everything.
working you through every single second of it. not stopping until you're shaking and your hands have loosened from my back and you're breathing unevenly.
pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the corner of your mouth.
pulling you close. your face finding my neck immediately. arms wrapping around me loosely.
rubbing your back slow. pressing a kiss to your hair.
"i'm so proud of you." meaning every single word.
you nodding against me.
"all mine." pressing another kiss to your hair. "nobody's going to touch you like that. nobody's going to make you feel like that. just me."
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You are like a field of flowers On a moonlit eve in May I could look at you for hours And never turn my eyes away
I lie beside you in the clover Breath caught soft against your skin To need your touch before it’s over As my wanting pulls me in
Your fingers trace the quiet space Between your pulse and mine And as our fingers interlace They slow the flow of time
Yet still they stay but for a little Like dew drops on the grass My defenses, once so brittle Fall away like molten glass
My lips find yours, a slow embracing As fingers trace along your spine A sudden, breathless world-displacing Where all your edges blur with mine.
The quiet gasp, the sudden shiver As fingers arch and pull me near We move together like a river Where all but wanting disappears.
Lost in the damp and tangled clover With parted lips and heavy sighs We love until the night is over Beneath the gaze of midnight skies.
Desperately need mommy to slide three fingers into me while cooing at me about how good I feel all stretched out for her.
"Awww, look at my needy girl, it must feel so unbearable being all stretched out but not yet allowed to cum"
My hips instinctually grinding desperately against your fingers, yet still trying to be so, so good, wanting; no, needing to hold it in for you. But the moment my body twitches, those three fingers go completely still inside of me, leaving me aching as soft little tears now slowly form in the corners of my eyes.
"Ah-ah, baby. I didn't say you could yet"
B-but please... I really, really, really need to, and it aches so bad, and I'll be so good I promise.
"Awww you promise? Are you sure you can handle the consequences though? You're so small and soft, you might just melt for me sweet little thing"
Completely overwhelmed and too embarrassed to look at you, I bury my face behind my plushie, nodding softly against the fabric in frantic agreement. I just really want to be good for you. I hear you softly chuckle as your hand gently tugs the plushie down just enough to see my eyes, finally giving me that lazy, devastating smile.
"Look at you, being so brave and telling Mommy exactly what you want. I’m so proud of you babygirl. You're doing so well for me!"
Your fingers now slowly start to move again, gently pressing against that spot I've been wanting you to touch for hours. Soft little whimpers leave my mouth as tears roll down my cheeks, the sensation growing heavier as your fingers move faster against that aching need.
Mommy, please- ? Pleaseee?
"Please what sweet girl?"
Please let me cum, I'll be so good I promise!
You just softly giggle at me. “Haha, yeah, I think you've been teased enough for now."
You continue to touch me inside, your thumb softly circling over my clit while the palm of your other hand presses down gently on my stomach, increasing the desperation until tears softly stream down my face.
"Awww, you can let go now, sweetheart… you can do it, I know you can. Just cum on mama's fingers, I know you can do it, you've got it… just let it all go.”
Hearing those words is all it takes to break me. I sob in sheer relief as my first orgasm hits instantly, my body completely coming apart around your hand. But even as I'm crying through the release, you don't let me rest; your hand stays firm, pinning my thighs wide open and trapping me beneath you, your thumb keeping up that steady, relentless friction against my hyper-sensitive skin until I am driven straight into a second, agonizingly overwhelmed ruined climax.
Ugh I'm so feral istg
i want to crawl into mommy’s lap and grind against her thigh while she calls me her dirty little secret ໒꒰ྀི ˶> ˕ <˶꒱ྀི১
Oh so deeply do I feel That love you give me still And yet lately I so often steel These legs which fail me as if ill For they give out with but one stare From those eyes that pierce my soul That stare that takes from me all air And leaves me feeling yet so whole
Each day I long to feel your fingers Upon this yearning skin of mine For in my mind this feeling lingers And in time grows without decline
To feel you in me, and around To kiss and hear your lovely sounds For to you I feel so rightly bound And I find with time it just compounds
Giving her a big hug and smile before handing her a piece of paper with a messy sketch on it and proudly saying “Look mommy! I made a drawing of us! I know it’s not the best, I don’t have my stylist and iPad with me, but I made it just for you! ^^ Can it go on the fridge?” all hopefully, not knowing she was going to pound my little kitty face into the mattress till I had no thoughts left but her strap/cock~
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My mystery and night have been ruined. I’m going to disappear to the mountains.
When Mommy works from home so I get to curl up under desk, make a little fort, and be at her feet all day doing quiet activities while she’s doing important things. I just get to nap or draw or watch my shows with mommy right there for comfort~ ^^
Maybe even ride her foot or suck her strap/ cock…?
if i don’t end up tied to the bed with a toy that’s too big stretching me out and a vibrator pressed against my clit while somebody coos and tells me how pathetic i look in that sickeningly sweet condescending voice soon, i will lose it !!!
(honorable mention, refusing to let me cum and edging me even when my pretty cunt is all stretched and swollen and dripping down my thighs ughhhhh)
watching you, the way your fingers worked..methodically around the ropes. eyes dark, but focused.
gasping when you tugged on yet another knot. seeing how your eyes caught on the soft flesh of my stomach, moving softly underneath the rope.
another one, and another…digging into my skin. not enough to hurt, but enough that they’ll be tiny faded marks once it came off. a reminder of this moment.
my green eyes blinked up, almost doe eyed. so submissive. so willing to do anything for you.
such a pretty muse.
you stilled for a moment when they caught your own. “you okay baby?” you asked, it was soft, a stark contrast to the usual tone you’d used when we played. but this was new..and comfort..checking in..it was important. i nodded, lips parting, then pressing together a few times. my brows furrowed softly. you knew that look. words were hard when i got into such a submissive headspace.
“hey..” i heard you coo, tilting my chin up. your thumb instinctively running over my bottom lip, other hand still holding the ropes tightly. “talk to me baby,” you tried again. i smiled, face nuzzling instinctively into your hand. “s’good. feels..good. just new” i hummed. and you nodded, a soft smile on your lips. “good”
you kept working, fingers grazing my warm skin every so often making goosebumps rise to the surface. the intricate patterns accentuating every curve of my body.
moving down, and you tapped my thigh..once, twice. and they parted. always. you’d trained me so well.
“good girl” you praised and my cheeks flushed. watching you with curious eyes as you took the rope, nestling it neatly between my thighs, gasping when it came in contact with my pussy. rubbing gently between my folds and feeling it dampen with my own desire. every tiny movement you made making me whimper, rolling my hips down..heavily constrained by the knots you’d already made.
i felt you tie the last knot, landing perfectly at the base of my spine. tight. unforgiving…grounding.
my hands behind my back, woven intricacies tracing down, circling my breasts..perky with hardened, puffy nipples. zig zagging across my stomach, ropes that shifted with every bated breath. and finally down where i needed you the most. tightly against my clit, glistening there.
“you look so pretty like this baby,” you praised and my lashes fluttered closed against my cheeks, soaking it all in. no rush, we had nothing but time. time for you to admire every single detail.
the intimacy. the grounding feeling, the trust..all of it new, overwhelming in the best way.
i wanna call her and make her touch herself while i talk to her through it. “just like that, baby. let me hear the sounds you’d make for me.”
and every time she’s just right there, i force her to pause just to listen to her whining. “hey, slow down. you don’t wanna finish so soon, right? be good and let me enjoy my dirty girl a little bit more.”
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what's dacryphillia (idk if i spelt that right) if u don't mind me asking?
dacryphilia is basically a kink for crying. like being turned on by someone crying or by making someone cry.
but the way i’m into it is really specific. it’s not about making someone upset or hurting them. for me it’s about overstimulation. about getting someone so deep in pleasure that their body just.. breaks open a little. tears falling not because anything is wrong but because everything is so right that they can’t contain it anymore.
there’s something about that moment that i can’t get enough of. when someone is so far gone that they’ve lost control of even that. still asking for more. still pressing closer. crying because their body has run out of other ways to process how good they feel.
the exact type of sadist to kiss your tears away and praise you while you’re thrashing and screaming under me “shhh baby you’re doing so good it’s okay I’ve got you, you can take it I know you can” when you’re clearly sobbing and struggling to actually take it
