Vicious Matriarch

Those feels when someone loves you so much it activates a light inside you that fills all the dark spaces.

Good boy on the streets, filthy pathetic slutty whore in the sheets.

Wouldnt you look ever so pretty tied to my bed. Arms outstretched so I could lick my way from that perfect hip to your lats. On both sides. You'd be in danger of drowning when I finally needed to sit down.

Come and put your head on my chest darling. I want to feel you drift off to sleep while my claws dance across your skull.

Waking up to you wriggling down between my legs on a cold morning. Your tongue gently patting me awake before your fingers slide in. My fingers entangled your hair as you enjoy your breakfast and I enjoy my favourite alarm clock.

Emotional masochism (self applied) - the way I miss you.

Just a Domina dreaming of an enchanted tower, her bestest boy and days of freedom. I'm going to make you make every noise I love to hear. I'm going to love on you with every piece of my wicked, dirty, dominant soul. I don't own you, but you will be mine. I will take your mind and your ego from you and hold it safe in my hands.

I need your face under my boot while you say thank you mommy. Need.

Normalize boys being sweet pretty angel babes that need cuddles who also are deliciously masculine. 🤤

The feminine urge to chase boys through the streets while the Scorpio eclipse exacts. Stop running boy I'll catch you eventually. Don't worry though I'll only bite a little while I tear your clothes off to find your needy pussy.

Just thinking about the magical times we shared before your brain exploded nonsense that your flesh prison couldn't hold in anymore. Eclipse chaos has you now.

GM baby. Last night Mommy found a Daddy. We played with her little pet and now I can't stop thinking about adding you to the depraved family. Daddy's pet and Mommy's good boy looking so cute and being so good dripping from your cages as we adjust our straps together. Looking down on you both on your knees with need in your eyes.

Just thinking wholesome thoughts about your head on my lap while i write, stopping to pat your head periodically. Watching you would eventually turn my words to smut though. You'd reach down to readjust yourself through your underwear and leave your hand sitting there. I wouldn't be able to look away. Eventually you'd meet my eye and ask me "whatsup" and I'd say "nothing" because I wouldn't be able to think of any other words. The beast would stir and you would become mine. My prey. My snack. My toy. My moaning, dripping, begging play thing.

Thinking about how you always nibble on me when I leave and how that makes me so wet.

Just thinking about being a really bad mommy. I know you don't drink baby but if I pour this Champagne through my pussy you'll drink it all. You'll open your mouth and drink it like it's liquid gold. Such a good boy. Let those bubbles go to your head darling. I'll take good care of you.