#long concept

i love how that little brain of yours goes dumber by the minute, every time i get closer with every slow touch of my hands against your skin. you need me so bad that your mind just turns to pure mush. it’s sweet. you can't even form a coherent sentence when i'm tracing my fingers down your neck, your jaw falling open just a little bit because trying to think and feel me at the same time is just way too much for that soft head of yours.

you’re just a pretty breathless thing when you're under me. all your thoughts evaporating the minute i slide my fingers inside you, stretching you open until you can't even remember your own name. it’s cute how hard you try to hold onto a single logical thought, only for me to curl my fingers deeply inside you and watch you completely dissolve. eyes rolling back as you let out the most pathetic little whines.

come here and let me fuck all those thoughts straight out of you. just shut your brain off for me and let mommy do all the thinking for you. you don't need a single thought in that head when you belong to me anyway. i need you to just let go of every capability you have. lying there limp while my fingers strip you away from every piece of sanity you ever had.

i'm just going to keep going, filling you up and ruining you to your favorite rhythm until your brain is fried by the pleasure. just drowning you in it until you're dazed and dependent on my voice to tell you what to do next. you get so beautifully dumb when you're horny for me baby. just blank and ruined.

i just want to watch you cross that line where your vocabulary fails you. when you're trying so hard to ask for more but all that comes out of your mouth are these meaningless little whimpers because your mind is too filled with pleasure to remember how words work. i’m just going to lean down, brush your messy hair out of your sweating face and smile down at how vacant you look. don't even try to speak baby. you're too far gone for that. just lay there and be mommy's quiet good girl.

you’re trying your best to pretend you aren’t bothered but it’s hard to keep up that act when my fingers come back dripping wet from between your legs. showing them to you, watching your eyes dart toward the three or four people standing around near the fridge, just a few feet away. "you're focused on the wrong things princess" i whisper "you're worrying about who might see us, instead of focusing on how pathetic you look for me right now, how bad you need this” I’m pressing those same wet fingers against your lips, making you suck them clean while I reach into my pocket for that little vibrator you know so well.

you’re gasping, trying desperately to press your legs together to hide but I’m using my free hand to shove your thighs apart, hiking your skirt up until you’re completely exposed to the kitchen. we are giving them a show sweetheart.