#thirst

this is so real !! you’re not even dating yet, he hasn’t worked up the courage to ask you to go check out that coffee shop nearby, but he’s oh so in love with you. completely stunned with the way you move, talk, head over heels with watching you hang out with your friends. his friends, on the other hand, are busy laughing at him, cackling as he hastily places his jacket over his lap. he doesn’t mind though, he doesn’t even listen to them because he’s so entranced with how good your legs look in these shorts.

he knows he’s being a real loser, a gross one at that, but he’s just so nervous. you don’t put two and two together, thankfully, and you just think he has a deeply rooted adversity against you, with the way he avoids you like the black plague. what you don’t know, is that he spends his nights pawing at his cock, desperately trying to relieve himself but he just can’t stop leaking sticky fluid, tip all red and angry and balls still heavy with cum. he thinks he’s a perv, he definitely is, with the way his eyes fly down to your tits and ass as you walk by.

but he can’t help it, you just look so soft, so perfect, and he just quickens the pace as the fantasizes about making sweet, sweet love to you. or maybe you’d beg him to go faster, harder, to treat you like a slut and… no, a cute girl like you deserves to be fucked nice n slow, no teasing, he’d make you his very own pillow princess, yes, he’ll take really good care of you…

oh, he really should ask you out. what will you think though? will you be grossed out by him? have you noticed the bulge in his pants, sitting heavily on his crotch? you’ll hate him, of course you will, so he figures it’ll be best to stick to jerking off at night, brain flowing with lewd scenarios of you. but when you appear in front of him, cheeks flushed and sweet words telling him how much you like him, he thinks this is a dream come true.

i can’t stop thinking about how he’d stretch his pretty little cunt open just to fit your fat cock in, sobbing whilst talking about how he can take it.

He’s straddling your lap, on top of you as he tries to sink his wet cunt on your cock. The more you tell him it’s too big, the more he thinks of it as a challenge. Sinking deeper, letting your cock caress his cervix, his rubber walls wet and accommodating your size — letting it mold itself around you.

He’s rubber… he should be able to take it, right? You grab his hips, slamming him down on your cock, spearing him on it as he gasps, his head flew back, mouth agape.

The bulge on his belly is prominent, and every time you press on it with your thumb, he clenches on your cock, trapping you inside him.

horror + glasses

DAILYWORLDCINEMA’S 5TH ANNIVERSARY EVENT day 6: compilation — favorite horror films

House / ハウス (1977) dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi 🇯🇵

Possession (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski 🇫🇷 🇩🇪

Thirst / 박쥐 (2009) dir. Park Chan-wook 🇰🇷

Eyes Without a Face / Les Yeux sans visage (1960) dir. Georges Franju 🇫🇷

Cure / キュア (1997) dir. Kiyoshi Kurosawa 🇯🇵

Suspiria (1977) dir. Dario Argento 🇮🇹

sometimes, you wake up. either to his mouth, fingers or cock. your eyes slowly open, not quite there yet, and you think you feel the bed shaking, the headboard hitting the wall over and over, and it’s the feeling of being full that gives you clarity. this isn’t something that happens everyday — even though you’ve agreed to being used whenever. usually it’s when the shift is so shit there’s no other healthy way to let his frustration out or when he’s particularly pent up. that doesn’t always mean he’s rough, though he can be (especially if you asked).

he never bothers hitting the lights or pulling the curtains, comfortable in the darkness, so when you come back from your slumber, you can only feel him over you, inside of you. trying to fit three fingers inside, his thumb on your clit, murmuring sweet nothings and apologies in your ear when you whine. telling you to take it like the good girl he knows you can be. he always, always preps you first before penetration, like the gentleman he was raised to be.