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I fucked him first just as we planned, there'd been multiple occasions where he almost lost control and fucked me into my nest like the pretty little fuckdoll I am but he composed himself <3

So It started with the shower, he got in and was meant to invite me inside when he was ready,

During this time I tried to clean up my room and get the toys and such prepared

my mom ended up coming home and interrupting that. I sat on the stairs waiting for him to finish showering, I had to not tell him she was home so he could finish his shower. Then my mom finished her business and left. Me hopping into the shower next.

Excitedly I cuddled him naked in my bed when i returned from cleaning. Then I slipped the strap-on on. Rule 1. We'd set before was we'd both keep our binders on, a rule we'd quickly ignore. He had to help me lube my toy up with some hand cream cause I've never had to use anything as lube before, but it really didn't take long for almost all of the 8 inches to be inside him <3<3<3

He was pretty under me, I like listening to his sounds and making him feel oh so good, I thought it'd be easier but literally after a minute my body and legs were exhausted so quickly I have to work on that

His internal grip is so strong he kept popping my dick off @~@

Since I couldn't pound into him that well we moved to the pretty puppy riding me! And gods was he cute moving himself up and down the entire eight inches. This didn't last long with puppy's legs getting all sore <3

So we shifted again

I think I fucked him for a bit by hand, I remember being, semi-confused by how to do it and then I remember having to switch hands frequently which I believe added to some confusion later

When we switched he planned to keep the big one in him whike fucking me but it took a minute to find his confetti dick and my very unsexy panicking while looking probably didn't help him keep all of the toy inside him (💧^-^)

When it was my turn he slipped into the harness as I readjusted some pieces for him. I laid down on my back with my legs spread, he took a good look at all of me, calling me cute and such as I felt so embarrassed. he popped the head inside of me and slipped the rest into me, me struggling around the constant slight discomfort of it being inside me(Not that the one in me was anywhere near the size of the one in him-)

He tried thrusting into me for a bit much his cute pathetic body couldn't keep up with that for long

So he switched to his hand, and I remember that being the best feeling I had ever felt thrusting into me, pathetically gasping and moaning I'm sure while my fingers slipped down to play with myself(never being one for internal stimulation myself >~<)

I remember there being this peak where all I could think about was how good I felt, right on edge, and then he falters for a moment while switching hands

"That was all with my left :D"

He said, dumb cute little smile on his face while wave of confusion hits me for meer seconds before, my eyes tolling back as he pounds harder into me than I'd ever experienced thus far

I made this little "uh uh uh uh" sounds in sync with him pounding into me

"Uh uh uh"

My brain melting as my heart raced, pleasure I never realized so possible from such stimulation until tears began to form in my eyes, breath quick as choked sobs escaped me

I heard him awwing at me as I pulled him closer, shaking and needing him to be pressed against me so I didn't break down sobbing with my mother still downstairs.

We laid there for a bit, toy still inside me, just heat against one another as I calmed down from all the pleasure chemicals rushing through me

He slipped the toy out of me, a pop sound as it left covered in my slick.

I laid under him and as soon as my body completely relaxed, my hips started rocking. He sighed and chuckled, moving to grab his vibrator for his very very silly>:(( idea of roulette(v.1 beta)

He asked me to pick a number between 1 and 10, 7, but I swear he clicked 8, it was this infuriating setting "bubububuzz, rest, bubububuzz, rest" over and over as I grinded against it, whining at him in frustration at my unsatisfaction. Then he let me pick again when I'd gotten all fussy, I don't remember the next setting, but the one after it was just one ahead of the perfect setting. I can still here his teasing "awwww" as I cried out in frustration

After a little bit of struggle and dissatisfaction I was huffing and puffing, slipping my hand between my legs and holding the button myself to change the setting, my boyfriend scolded me but let me continue(probably seeing the annoyance in my gaze) and as it finally landed on the good setting I got all cozy

Melting into sweet sounds and letting pleasure wash over me as the toy buzzed against my clitty >////<

Finishing and getting all cuddled together after, melting into his warmth yet again, nuzzling against him, and then he asked me to fuck him again sighing in disbelief but happily obliging.

I moved between his legs, taking this time to inspect him, looking at the pretty heart his folds create and then opening past them to get a good look at his tiny and pathetic adorable little dick hidden behind everything <3

I wanted more than anything to put my mouth all over him and stare at him forever but as my puppy became uncomfy(maybe due to some of my giggling, but I can't help it I get all giggly around him from being so happy)

So I moved to what puppy really wanted

Fucking him with my big cock <3, using my pathetic bitchboy arms to pump it in and out of him, having to continuously switch around my hands, shifting from right, to both, to left, then back over and over again with a thankfully clear goal in mind of forcing tears from my pup

Thrusting over and over and over while watching his face till I finally got what I wanted and the biggest smile spread over my face, he's so adorable when he cries I can't help myself.

Whe puppy asked me to stop(something that also confused me!! I couldve been fucked for multiple more hours) I let go, I believe he kept it in him a bit longer as we laid down to relax for awhile.

but whenever i picture the time-traveler alter ego you use for this blog

i always picture you as a short new england librarian with oversized glasses who travels through the timestream in a silly little spaceship

“Alter ego? What alter ego?”

I mean this entirely affectionately my dear friend, but the only thing that I put up as a front for this blog is the actual concept of time travel.

If I told you that I was actually a little New England librarian that runs a semi-successful essay blogging operation out of an old gothic library, would you believe me? Probably not because it’s not true. But you’re a whole lot closer with that interpretation than you might think...

Because I love and want to feed and shape this interpretation of my persona, here are some actual facts about me irl to help convince you that this is very much not fake ;)

The panorama that you commented on, as well as the rose window photograph in the post I put up prior to it (and all of the live action sequences in the HcH channel trailer) are actual images of the city that I live and work in. Dark academia vibes? Check. I love that library with all of my heart and spend all of my free time sitting in its creaky old rotunda with books of history that fall apart if you move to take them off the shelves (the book that I used as a prop for the video is now missing a back cover, oops).

Despite what my active music YT channel will lead you to believe, I am a classical concert violinist by training. I can and will sit in the middle of a field at 3 am practicing that one stupidly difficult run in that one stupid Mendelssohn concerto for hours. My sleep schedule is shit.

I refuse to decide what I want to do with my life beyond "learn everything there is to learn". A typical academic Wednesday involves a music theory lecture, an inorganic chemistry lecture, a snoozefest lecture in US-China relations, research in an astrophysics lab, and three hours of orchestra rehearsal. Wednesdays are hard.

I make a living as a stagehand/lighting tech for the local performing arts center. I love that job with all my heart, but I had to lock the dressing rooms in the basement during the strike shift for last weekend's choral arts concert and have never felt so surrounded by ghosts.

… just you wait.. I’m plottin on you.

Trust.