#desperate sub

Edging because I want to stay spacey and blank

Edging because the ache feels so good

Edging to show how needy and obedient I am

Edging to keep dripping, 'cause being wet makes me edge more

Edging because staying turned on is my only job

was so sleepy giggly stimming high last night idrk what I was doing here lol but I felt cute so here take these :3

Anyway he’s still way stronger than me even if I’m gaining muscles from T and work. Also he just knows how… three years with me and he doesn’t even have to try >_< like sometimes just the look in his eyes is enough for me to submit.

Plus of course he knows all the spots to force me into submission. Like slapping me or grabbing my neck, where I’m somehow very sensitive TwT. And when he starts choking me I usually know it’s over because then I fold… from that point on he can do whatever he wants. Usually fucks me or makes me suck his dick.

Like being told to talk about that obscure game or a show i really like while i am getting straddled, kissed on the neck and grinded against with a great insistence from her that i don't stop talking about it at all no matter what.

but then i remind myself that my future mommy will be so pleased to be the first. the first to corrupt me. the first to make me lie down and open my thighs wide.

the first to push her fingers inside of my tight little hole. the first to feel me squirm, so desperate and so untrained. the first to scissor me, to get me so wet and ready.

the first to tease my hole with the tip of her strap. the first to slowly push inside of me and stay still, leaving it to me to warm her cock.

the first to fuck me, sweet and slow. then harder and faster, until i’m nothing but a panting mess crying and pleading for her to stop. the first to use me like the little cum toy i am.

I stopped biting his neck and pulled my face away, looking down at him.

His whimpers fleeted, his chest heaving under the cage of my pressed palms on the bed. He gazed at me, with longing and drowsiness.

His cheeks were glimmering deep orange under those red tape lights, his hair a sticky mess on the pillow.

“More.” He whimpered and cupped my cheeks with burning fingers, his waist arching under my pressed knees on the bed. “More …” he pleaded, “I want more … please,” and locked his arms around my neck, arching his throat, exposing the marks I had left there a few seconds ago.

Shivers ran down my spine, my body blazed and my breaths hitched.

My mind once again slipped into a misty daze. “Please …..” he cried, his body slithering on the bedsheet.