Whitney

Oh to wrap my hand around someones throat, cutting off their blood flow, watching them gag and choke and try to gasp for breath—all while I stimulate them from below, rubbing their clit, over and over again, waiting for them to orgasm before I let go.

Cum quickly for me, because your oxygen levels will only keep getting lower. <3

Pushing against someones womb while pushing inside them, shoving my dick inside, absolutely violating them—but in addition, my fist is pressed against them. Bruising not only the inside of their body but also the outside. I hope that the imprints of my knuckles last forever, even though I know it won't.

I'll just have to keep doing it, keep continuing to torment, until their body only remembers my touch—evident by the marks and bruises that I leave in my wake.

When they say they'll cut for you, carve your name into their skin, forever imprinting you on their body. It's addictive almost, the adrenaline rush. I made them do that—and even if we have a falling out, I'll always be there.

Not that we'll ever have one, they're my dog after-all. One yank of their leash and they'll come crawling back to me.