Effie

god i’d fucking kill to be touched properly. i need someone to need me so bad they can’t hold themselves back. i need to be grabbed in a way that doesn’t let me doubt that you want me. throw me around. bruise me. make me feel desired for something other than what i can provide for you. fuck.

actually the hottest thing a woman can wear is her pair of comfy pants with no underwear and a tank top that has stains on it because she intends to stay home and can’t be bothered to find anything else.

she's doing the dishes with her hair sort of held up in a half broken clip and I pull down her pants to eat her out from the back.

mania is normal and healthy for a girl. that manic girl is extremely trustworthy. let her touch her throat. llet heher put he er hands on your throat. she's normal and heoalthy and she can be extremely trusted. please.hahnds

Smart girls are my favorite because they always arrive with such pretty little minds. Opinions, pride, standards, sharp tongues. And then one good shove in the right place and suddenly she’s not debating anything anymore. Just breathing like a ruined little thing that finally found its purpose.

I want your consent clear before I make you feel like you have none. I want you nervous, exposed, restrained, and completely aware that every cruel little thing I do is happening because you trusted me enough to hand me the choice.

They see the polished version. The pretty dress, the calm face, the soft arrogance of a woman who has been desired too often to be impressed by it. They see her and think she would never lower herself. I know better. I know the sound she makes when her pride breaks. I know how she looks with mascara down her cheeks, my cock in her throat, her body trembling because she wants to be used harder than she admits. She wants to taste my cum. She wants it messy. She wants it humiliating. Then, when her body is empty and her mind is quiet, she wants my hand in her hair and my chest under her cheek.

rub me through my jeans until both of us know you are not just teasing anymore. Keep looking innocent while your palm keeps getting slower, firmer, worse. I want to see the exact second you stop pretending you can wait. Open my jeans, take my cock out, feel how hard you made me, and let that make you even needier. Stroke it with your little hand, lick around the tip, taste the precum, spit on it, smear it down my shaft, then suck me like your self-control died quietly beside your friends.

I love intelligent girls. Girls who read too much, think too much, analyze every little feeling like it’s a thesis. It makes it so much hotter when all of that disappears the second they’re being used properly, mouth open, eyes empty, suddenly too dumb to remember what they were pretending to be.

There is something dangerous about how small you look under me. My hand on your throat, my body covering yours, my voice calm while you realize I can move you wherever I want. Over my lap. Against the wall. Bent over the bed. Spread open and used until your needy little holes are stretched, ruined and dripping with my cum. And still, somehow, you would look up at me like a good little slut and whisper thank you.

i want to bully you with my body weight. i want to crowd you. i want to back you into a wall without even touching you. i want you thinking about me touching you. i want to be so close you feel the heat of me. my arms on either side of you like a cage. my boots planted heavy. bulge not even brushing you but you feel it already huh. im not that big but i feel big. i want you to feel how big i feel. i want you to feel small in front of me. tell me to move. tell me to stop. i will if you really want me to. but i want you to wonder how big i really am and how heavy and how strong. i want you thinking about what it must be like to be underneath me. you're feeling it already huh.

Having my tears kissed away while he forces himself on me in a public bathroom. Keeping me pinned against the stall, telling me how pretty I am when I beg him to stop

need to hold someones head with two hands against my bulge and just hump their cheek til I cum. Just grinding my clothed body against the side of their face, holding them in place where they can’t get away, getting off the pressure of their skin against me until they can feel the wet spot in my pants form, feel it pressed against their face as I grunt and pump my cum against their cheek.

Force me to say thank you after every little humiliating thing you do to me and make me do

i think sadists enjoying what they're doing to me is such a big part of my relationship to masochism. like on an individual level, i do have this fantasy and this want and this need, etc. but on a bigger level, it really is about someone wanting to torture me and play with me and getting off on my cries or my tears or my pain etc.. like that's so special to me

Grabbing you by the hair and forcing it in you way too fucking hard while you whine and try uselessly to push me away. Groping and slapping you and pulling your hair while I rail you, hurting you because you look so fucking pretty when you're in pain. Your tears and cries only making me more uncontrollably feral, rougher, harsher while I forcibly extract pleasure from you against your will