#sub femme

Their hand on my hips, gripping me hard enough to leave their handprint. And the best part ─ their strap so deep inside me, fucking me so hard so fast the bed cracks under us. Them talking dirty in my ear, praising me, degrading me.

And when they want to see my face─ they grab my hair, pulling it until my head is throwed back, me gasping and moaning from the pleasure and pain. Ah yes, that's the dream 𖹭

She’d sit me in her lap just because she can, because she likes the weight of me there, soft and needy, pressed against her. Her fingers would wander lazily, touching wherever she pleased, like I’m hers to explore. And I am.

She’d tilt my chin up and smile like she knows every dirty thought in my head, because she put them there. Her hand would slide around my throat, light but firm, grounding me in her control as I melt into her touch.

"You’re such a sweet little thing," she’d whisper. "So easy to handle. So desperate to behave for me."

And I would be. I'd sit there and take whatever she gives me – her hands, her words, her attention – completely pliant in her arms, soaking in every bit of affection and control like it's the only thing that matters.

I just want to be hers. Soft, obedient, aching, and kept.