horny on the clock and still have 4 hrs keft in my shift 🚬
thinking about van getting straaapped
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Anon I share your brain.
Thinking about Van getting fucked is really really hot.
Getting lost in the sensation. Enjoying the feeling of submitting to the pace of the one wearing the strap ( Taissaaaaa) because let’s be honest, Van would be such a subby bottom.
To be praised by how well they take it, how beautiful they look while taking it, and feeling completely safe to fully let go and fall completely apart.
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@sadgaymonkey your ask went wonky so have to answer this way.
Two hours into the three hour sci-fi flick, Van was still hyperfocused on the screen.
Taissa tried nuzzling Van’s neck, scratching their scalp, kissing their cheek, and even caressing their waist.
Van’s focus was maintained strictly on the movie. That they had seen dozens of times.
Taissa let out a sigh and deftly straddled Van and began kissing them. “Mm-Tai-hm-don’t you wanna see the-rest of the movie.”
Taissa spoke between kisses “You’ve-seen this-movie-enough damn times-besides-my parents get home in less than two hours.”
A thought hit Taissa and she pulled back, “Unless this is all bothering you?” Van was usually quite grouchy when they don’t want to be touched, but Taissa worry she’s misread the whole evening.
Van smiled a smarmy grin. “Are you kidding me? I was just playing it cool, I wanted to see if I could get you worked up-ow!” Taissa bonked Van’s head with a couch pillow.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You wouldn’t want it any other way, Lady.” Van pulled Taissa back into a kiss.
As their makeout gained heat Taissa noticed Van’s hips rubbing up into her. “Hmm can I make you feel good Van?” Taissa hummed in Van’s ear.
“Better than anyone else can, Tai.” Van sighed. Tai took Van’s lips into hers once more as she rose up on her knees over Van’s lap.
Taissa moved her hands down to the fly of Van’s jeans and undid them. “Show me where you want me, Van.
Van groaned and grasped Taissa’s hand in theirs and guided it under the waistband of their boxers.
Taissa was taken aback at how wet Van was. When she made contact with Van’s clit, her fingers could hardly maintain any friction. Van made a moan so high pitched and breathy it sounded more like a whimper.
Taissa grinned, saying “What was that you said about getting me worked up?…”
do you have any thoughts on van and pet/puppy play? not like acting like a dog really but being called puppy, being leashed so on. they are very puppy coded to me
Van couldn’t remember when it clicked.
Maybe it was the first “good girl” the woman uttered. It had resonated so strongly in Van’s head.
Then the rewards came. Heaps of praise, soft caresses, and indulgences presented as ‘treats’.
Van barely recognized themselves the night She denied them a release. Van had gotten so worked up and frustrated, they humped a pillow as She watched. “Look at you, a needy little puppy.”
Those words sent Van over the edge.
Now Van found themselves being led around the dance club by a leash. They felt a rush pool in their belly every time someone noticed the leash leading to their collar.
Van belonged to Her. Van would do anything She wanted. Because Van was her Good Girl.
