Perpetually Whining

And heres a much more nsfw part for those interested

You look so cute in your boxers and my hoodie. Comfy? Good boy. Oh? You wanna grind on me? Go ahead hun, if it'll make you feel better. That's it, get all those bad thoughts out, just focus on being my good little puppy. Ugh you're soaking my thigh already. That's it, just a little faster, get nice and worked up.

You're so hard already baby~ Oh my hands are cold? Sorry pup, but I had to feel you. Stay still, I can't jerk you off if you keep moving. Good boy, relax. Ugh you're leaking all over my hand. Go get my harness.

Which dick do you want baby? The big one? With the knot? Someone's bold today. I know, I know, it's stress relief. Come on mutt, lift your hips, nice and slow, fuck you're pressing on me so good. You're so handsome, so fucking handsome bouncing on my cock. Faster baby, that's it, fuck slow down a little. Gonna make me cum too fast. This is for you baby, enjoy yourself.

Fuck pup, don't be like that, you love when I thrust into you before you cum. Look at your dick twitching. You love taking my cock. Maybe I'll fuck your ass next. Oh you thought we'd be done after one round? Noo puppy, daddy said he was gonna help you relax and that's exactly what he's gonna do. That's right, you don't need to think about anything besides cumming all over me. Fuck, good boy.

I slip one into your coat pocket before you leave for work. “Think about how wet you got last night while you’re stuck in that meeting.” I scrawl filthy promises across your bathroom mirror in red lipstick so you see them first thing: “Your cunt belongs to me. Don’t touch it today.”

I leave Polaroids everywhere. One of your ass marked red from my belt tucked in your book. Another of your face mid-orgasm, mouth open, eyes glassy, slipped between your credit cards so you find it when you pay for coffee.

I record my voice on little devices, breathless and rough, confessing how hard I get just remembering your taste, how I stroke myself thinking of bending you over again. I hide them in your purse, under your pillow, in the glovebox. You find them at random and hear me growl your name, telling you you’re the only thing I crave, the only hole I want to fill. Every note, every photo, every recording is proof I own you down to your bones.