Cynthia

in the mood to tie up a cute sub, bound so tight they can’t even twitch a muscle without feeling the bite of the rope. legs pinned wide, totally exposed and vulnerable while i press a vibrator against them until they’re crying. I love watching them break. absolutely helpless, shaking against the restraints and begging for mercy. keeping them right on that edge of losing it and just when they think they can't take another second, I’ll sink into them and finish what I started.

oh, you’re still awake? poor thing. too many thoughts rushing at once, I can tell. come here, let me fix that for you. let me fuck the insomnia right out of your legs until your head is too heavy for anything but sleep. no more thinking. just be a good girl and let me put you under.

Hey, I noticed you called me by my name instead of “my beautiful princess angel girl” so I just wanted to check u still fuck with me?

possessiveness is such a turn on. don’t just love me, claim me. I want you to tell me that nobody else could ever have me until the words feel like a brand. don’t allow anyone else to even look at me, be the heavy hand on my neck that reminds the room exactly where my attention belongs. I want you to be greedy. make it so everyone knows I’m yours just by the way you look at me. but more than that, I want you to remind me when we’re alone. while you’re deep inside me, I want to hear you say that no one else gets to see me like this. tell me that no one else gets to touch me this way, and no one else could ever make me feel this goddamn good. look me in the eyes while you ruin me and tell me I was made specifically for your hands. remind me that my only job is to take you, and your only job is to make sure I never forget who I belong to. tell me I’m yours and only yours in the moments I’m most vulnerable.

anxious girls who can’t switch their brains off… the ones whose thoughts keep racing even when their bodies are begging to let go? there’s something intoxicating about that. I don’t want to rush you. I want to consume you slowly. I want to kiss you until your breathing changes, until your hands stop fidgeting and start gripping. I want to move against you in a way that makes your thoughts blur at the edges, makes every little worry dissolve into warmth. you don’t need to think. I’ll do that for you. I’ll hold your hips steady. keep the rhythm firm and intentional. whisper how good you feel under me until your mind starts going quiet. until all you can focus on is the pressure, the heat, the way your body reacts. I want you so overwhelmed by sensation that you forget what you were anxious about in the first place. no more spiraling or overanalyzing. just you, flushed and breathless. trying to remember how to form a sentence while I smile down at you like I knew all along you’d fall apart so beautifully once you finally let me take control.

the urge to whore myself out on the internet

she’s a 10 but doesn’t know how to flirt so she’ll instead stare at you like she’s starving