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i intentionally chose a card game because you always lose them and the stakes tonight were rigged in my favor. every lost hand meant stripping a clothing item off and since i know you like the back of my hand, it’s predictable that you’re already sitting on the rug almost entirely naked while im still fully dressed. i love that i can just sit back and completely take you in while you struggle to salvage what's left of your clothes.
to keep it fair we’re both wearing those matching pj sets, oversized button up shirts and matching shorts but yours are mostly piled on the floor behind you. I’m sitting back against the couch cushions with my shirt still done to the throat. you’re sitting on the rug right between my knees, down to just your shorts, your bra, and your panties. your bare shoulders shivering slightly.
I reach down, my index finger tracing a slow line down the slope of your collarbone, dragging the tip right along the edge of your bra strap. “look at you, beautifully outmatched. you’re down to your last three items sweetheart”
“I can still turn it around” you say, I’m not sure who you’re trying to convince. you won't look me in the eye. your fingers are trembling in frustration against your cards. you try to look confident but you're too nervous to actually hold my gaze for longer than a second.
“keep telling yourself that love” I laugh throwing my next card down onto the coffee table. it’s the exact card you didn't want to see. “game over yet again. i thought you were going to protect those shorts” you reach for your them but I lean forward, hooking my fingers into the back of your bra strap. “take this off for me instead”
you hesitate for a second, your hands are shaking as you reach behind your back, unhooking and letting it slide down your arms.
god you look stunning. there is nothing quite like the view of you bare from the waist up, still wearing nothing but my matching shorts, looking soft and beautiful under the dim lamplight. your chest is rising and falling, your nipples already tight and hard from the AC air and the intensity of me just staring at you.
I slide off the couch, dropping to my knees right between your thighs, my fully clothed weight instantly making you look so small. I slide my hand down, my palm warm as it cups you right through the fabric of your pj shorts, finding you already drenched. I press two fingers straight against you and you instantly arch into my hand with a gasp. “look how wet you are. you lost the game hours ago didn’t you?”
your hands helplessly finding my shoulders, bunching the fabric of my jacket in your fists because your body is already starting to give up. “please... play the next round.”
I smile pulling my hand back just to leave you aching. I deal the next three rounds.
but this time I miscalculate. you lay down your cards, your eyes going wide because you realized what just happened. for the first time tonight you actually won. the defeated look replaced by this adorable, excited spark. “you lost!” you yell, proud of yourself. “you finally lost my turn”
I lean back amused, crossing my arms over my chest. “well, beginner's luck. go ahead choose what you want me to remove”
you don't even hesitate. you look right at my lap and point a finger. “your shorts”
I let out a laugh genuinely impressed by how bold you get when you taste a little bit of power. “straight to the point? how greedy” I slide my shorts off and toss them onto the pile. I’m still wearing my jacket, my button up pj shirt, my bra and my underwear, but the shift in energy is lovely. the bare skin of our thighs touching now, the heat between us just radiating.
“enjoy your little victory, sweetheart” I deal the next hand instantly. “because it’s your last one” you try to hold onto that confidence but your poker face is gone. two moves later, you drop your cards in defeat.
“and just like that, balance is restored” I tease, reaching out to wrap my hands around your waist. I tug you closer “shorts off baby. let me see you”
you slide your shorts down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your panties. you try to press your knees together, suddenly shy again under the intensity of my stare.
“last round” I say, my voice dropping as I deal the final cards. you can barely even focus on the symbols. you play your hand blindly, desperately, just wanting the anticipation to end.
when I lay my winning cards down, you let out a defeated whine but instead of staying on the floor, the sudden rush of frustration taking over. you crawl right up onto my lap with a pout on your face, straddling my thighs in nothing but your skin and those panties, your bare chest pressing flat against my clothes. the contrast is my favorite part. you wrap your arms tightly around my neck, burying your face in my shoulder, kissing your way up my jawline until your lips find my neck. you’re sucking and biting at my skin. leaving dark marks while you whine against my collarbone, completely desperate.
I let you completely lose yourself against me for a few breathless moments, my hands locking onto your hips, absorbing the desperate way you're grinding down against my thigh.
“okay princess, you've had your fun” I grip your waist, lifting you right off my lap and placing you flat back down onto the rug, pinning your wrists above your head.
instead of making you do it yourself this time, I hook my fingers into the elastic of your panties slowly pulling it down over your hips, finally uncovering you.
you’re shivering, completely exposed, your legs naturally parting for me because you’re too far gone to pretend anymore.
“you played so well for me my love” I whisper, sinking two fingers deep inside you in one smooth stroke, making you instantly arch your back and scream into the empty living room. “now let me give you your real prize sweetheart, you deserve it”
i start moving, curling my fingers inside you rhythm that completely melts whatever composure you had left.
“fuck” you breathe out, your hips instantly lifting off the rug to chase my hand. “shh, i’ve got you” i whisper leaning over you so you can feel the warmth of my breath against your ear “just relax. don't fight it” “it’s too much” you whine, your fingers weakly bunching the fabric of my jacket sleeves. “you’re moving too fast. i’m close... please.”
“close already?” slowing my pace down to a teasing crawl just as your hips start to franticly hitch. i pull my thumb back from your clit, leaving you on the edge.
“please” you sob out, your eyes fluttering wide and pleading as you try to arch up into my hand to find that friction again. ”not yet baby, you lost the game remember? i think i deserve to play with you a little longer” “no please, please don't stop, i need it. please.”
“so pretty when you beg” using my free hand to gently cup your jaw, tilting your head up so you have to look right into my eyes. “i want to see you exactly like this for a little while. Im enjoying this way too much for me to end it”
need to make a femme cockwarm my strap while watching a movie, keeping her held down by her hips and slapping her clit every time she moves.
tease her as we get further into it, run my hands over the sensitive parts of her skin, purposefully shift so she feels me move inside of her, whisper the filthiest things in her ear while i sit there and watch her get needier and needier.
“look at you, all dumbed out on my cock, i haven’t even fucked you yet, baby”
“do you always get this wet when you’re filled up, princess?”
“your clit must be so swollen by now, poor thing, can you feel it throbbing yet?”
aww, poor baby. you were trying so hard to say something, weren't you? and then i curled my fingers just like that and now it's gone and you're just…open mouth, no words, eyes rolled back a little. that's what i do to you. i can interrupt a whole thought mid-sentence just by moving my hand. you don't have a single thing in there i can't just take.
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One of the hottest things ever is when a sub gets possessive over a dom. Like oh? What’s that sweetheart? I’m yours? Why thank you for feeling brave enough to say that. You are absolutely right princess, you’re my special girl and the only one I want. Now why don’t you come over and sit in my lap and I’ll show you juuuuust how special you are to me.
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thinking about a pent-up butch fucking me desperately, dumb and whiny and stupid from how good my pussy feels, thanking me over and over and over again. they get close to coming, recognize the familiar feeling, alarm bells ringing in the distant rational corner of their brain. they go to pull out only to realize that my thighs have wrapped around their hips, caging them in. they begin to lose focus, whimpering at how good i feel on their extra sensitive cock, but they try to pull out again. and again, and again, only every few thrusts because they keep losing focus, but growing increasingly more frantic as my thighs tighten more and more.
i’m still moaning and whining, not reacting to their efforts to pull out, so they think maybe i just can’t tell what’s about to happen. “please, about to cum, need to,” and they continue to stumble over their words, breathy and pathetic and petulant sounding, still unable to fully stop fucking me in-between attempts to wiggle out of my grasp.
i don’t acknowledge their words either, but my hands go up and cup my bouncing tits and my fingers brush over my hard, flushed nipples, which harden even more at the contact. they choke out a whine, automatically, “oh god”, and their next thrust into me is even harder, without thinking. if they remembered they had hands wrapped around my hips they might have tried to use them, though not with any success. they whine and plead louder and louder, the stomach turning combination of fear and guilt and arousal all fuelling each other, even as the grip of my thighs become almost painful as they tighten more and more and they accept, horrified, that they’re going to have to cum inside me.
wouldn't it feel so nice to be sleepy and drifty and be fucked with a thick knotted dildo? held down nice and heavy by a hand on your lower back, moaning and squirming a little as you're slowly, slowly stretched to take it. so full when it finally pops into your cunt. and then the sweet stretching pressure as the knot is slipped out of you, and fucked back in, and again and again, your legs spread and your face in the pillow and your cunt swollen and drippy and stuffed. falling asleep all full and waking up to a sore stretched pussy reminding you what you're made for
bottoms who crave penetration are so hot to me. cute little things walking around daydreaming about somebody bending them over and taking what they want, all day long that nagging fuck me fill me cum in me use me thrumming inside them. falling asleep at night wishing somebody would crawl into bed behind them or roll them onto their backs and coax their legs open. waking up empty and wet and wanting even harder than ever. bottoms who look at you like maybe you're the solution to the never-ending problem of their slutty aching holes. they are just so fucking adorable.
I want to sit in your lap and take what I want from you.
Maybe your hands would be tied above your head, or perhaps bound behind you. Either way you'd watch, entranced, as I grind on your thigh, squeezing my tits, showing you how soft they are. C'mon, feel them. Oh, I forgot, you can't move your hands, can you? That's too bad.
Maybe one of my hands would sneak down, trailing over my stomach until I'm touching myself. I'm so wet already, you wanna feel? You want a taste, sweetheart? I might even wait for an answer before placing two fingers on your tongue and telling you to suck. Yeah? You like the taste of my pussy? You look kinda dumb like this. You'll probably whine at that.
Fuck, that's so pathetic, all you want is a pretty girl to be mean to you, huh? That makes you hard? Mm, no, that wasn't a question. I'll sit high on your thighs, grinding until I can feel the shape of your strap. Oh, you're really ready for me! No, no, it's cute. I'm not making fun of you. I'll wonder if you're wet and leaking into your boxers. I'll decide you probably are from the sweet little noises you're making every time I get the angle right.
I'll wonder how much time it'll be before you're begging to be able to touch me.
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spanking pussy is so underrated. i want her trembling on my lap while her pussy drips all over my thighs and of course i’m being mean on purpose, occasionally brushing my fingers over her needy hole between spanks.
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