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Perverted Good Girl request… if you dare to play…

I have temporarily permitted anonymous asks, and I am very curious to read other people’s sexting messages/chats. If you want to play… there is just one very critical rule. You must crop out/redact any and all names or identifying information. I don’t want to violate anyone’s privacy. I just want to be a spy… or a fly on the wall of your sexting conversations… if you will.

In exchange, you may request my honest reaction or a custom poem written just for you about your sexting messages.

I hope you will permit me to have a tantalizing view into your private DMs. I will not post them or share them.

She’s blindfolded, wet, and punished for guessing wrong.

The blindfold makes her helpless. But the ache makes her honest.

She’s on her knees, legs wide, face flushed against the sheets. She can feel the mess between her thighs already dripping before he even touches her.

He watches. Takes his time. Lets her squirm.

Then—

“Open up.” Calm. Cruel. Like he’s asking her to say “ah” for a doctor.

The first thing is cool, narrow. She gasps at the touch. It sits at her entrance. He doesn’t push. He holds it still.

“Fuck it. Use your cunt. Show me how bad you want to know.”

She sinks her hips, lets her body take it— inch by inch.

He hums.

“God, look at you. Lips parting like they want it… so fucking pretty when you stretch around something new.”

She groans. It’s not enough. But it’s so much already.

“Is it… a pen?”

Crack.

His fingers slap her clit—sharp, wet. She yelps, folds forward.

“Wrong.”

The second is wider. Already slick. She moans before it’s even inside her.

He holds it, still.

She rocks down onto it, feels herself stretching— wider, deeper, wetter.

“Oh fuck—”

“Just look at her open up,” he mutters. “So greedy. That drip? That’s your cunt begging to be filled.”

She moans louder.

“Candle? Dildo?”

Smack.

Her clit takes another sting. Her whole body jolts. Heat radiates through her core.

“Nope.”

The third is thick. Heavy. She has to breathe through the stretch— hips trembling as her pussy takes it slow.

He watches it disappear into her. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he murmurs. “Watching your little hole swallow it, stretching so sweet for me. You weren’t this wet five minutes ago, were you?”

She shakes her head, mouth open in a silent moan.

“Is it… a brush handle? Something… curved—?”

Crack.

She screams into the sheets. Hips jerk. She almost clenches the thing out from inside her.

Her pussy is throbbing. Soaked. Punished. Craving.

And then—

The fourth. Hot. Thick. Alive.

Her whole body reacts. No more guessing. She knows.

She fucks herself down onto him, harder, messier, wetter than before. “Yes,” she sobs, “Yes, please—finally—”

His hands grab her hips, and he drives her down. “You’re gonna come on this cock like a good girl, yeah? After all those wrong guesses?”

She nods, crying out, because it’s not just a game now. It’s what she needed. What her pussy earned— through stretch, through sting, through obedience.

And when she finally shatters, her whole body goes limp, still blindfolded, still dripping, as he whispers:

“Next time, I’ll bring five. You better study up.”

you've watched the shows. sister wives. secret lives. all of it.

you still don't know what actually happens.

they pass their wives around and call it church.

blindfold on. lights off. three husbands rotating through the dark while the other women sit against the wall, sip wine, and wait their turn.

she arched into a stranger's hands and stopped pretending it had anything to do with God somewhere around the second rotation.

that's Known.

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