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I keep having dirty dreams about my manager that calls me a little girl. So imma tell ya'll about it lol

So me and him are in his truck also its a black sexy sleek looking truck. Anyway, im in the passenger seat, duh, and we're chatting it up for a while. He told me to take off my shorts and move my panties over, and pull my knees to my chest, then made me stay like that for a while. He said he just wanted to look and me obeying him. After a while, he moved his hand over to my warm c*nt and just starts lightly rubbing my clit after doing little ovals over my hole to get his fingers wet. Also, he's got like the biggest roughest hand ever, omg!!! But anyway he starts going in on my clit, talking about how desperate and s*utty i am for letting him do this. How he is old enough to be my daddy. What would the people at work think.

Lmk if ya'll wanna hear more lol

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Ive got to say I love my vibrator wand! It's wonderful for a mindless suck as I pretend it's a dick and grind against my pillow. It makes me feel so full when I use it to fill up my pussy because the I can fill the vibrations in my clit. And so many people in the chat rooms loved watching me use it!

Shout out to the boy at Spencer's who looked me up and down and told me to get the longer one.

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oh to be a plaything for a hot older couple <3 letting them use my holes whenever they want to <3 taking a man’s cock while his wife fucks my face <3

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Spend the day with my headphones on and my hand in my panties

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tw noncon, somnophilia — childhoodfriend!simon x fem!reader

He’s handsy tonight.

Gray cotton sheets crinkle under his movement when his hand slips into your shirt to feel your belly. You’re warm, pushing away the cold hand that freezes you.

“Stop,” you whine, sleepy and grumpy. He hums at it. Smiling in his throat. “M’trying to sleep.”

“Jus’ tryin’ to get warm, love. Can’t blame me, can ya?”

A finger rubs over the top seam of your panties, the black fabric prettily peeking out of the waistband of your shorts. Never caring about what you wear with him, never caring how close his hand gets to the band of your bra, or to the apex of your thighs—that’s just how you are. Always trusting.

That’s the type of person you are – the lace of his day, the sun on his face, and a sweet thing who’s never skeptical with him.

Only time you frown is when he’s keeping you from sleep, like now. “Maybe start turning your AC off.” you mumble, “It’s always so cold here.”

He yawns and caresses on your waist. Subtly shifts closer, his chest up against your back. “‘Cause I like you bein’ the one to warm me up.”

You sleep in his bed most nights, only because you’re too tired to go back to your own place and he’s always reminding you that he’s got an empty side on his bed reserved for you.

His hand—now warm enough for you to not scold him for—tickles up your stomach and tugs at the band of your bra. “Though’ it wasn’t good f’r you to wear this while sleepin’.”

“Too tired to take it off.” you murmur, on the verge of passing out.

He breathes. A chill rushes through his body. His cock pulses in his sweats. He’s been hard since you crawled into his bed, plopping down like it was your own. “I’ll take it off for ya.”

“What?”

“Nothin’, go back t’sleep.” He kisses your ear.

You’re so out of it that some pieces of your words after that are from half-asleep dreams. He humors you, playing along like he’s right in there, dreaming with you. It keeps you distracted, lulls you into sleep while he works the bra off of your arms then out from under your shirt.

“Christ,” he rasps.

He abandons the bra at the foot of the bed and returns to holding you, cupping a breast over your top. Your nipples are already hard and peaking through the fabric by the time he starts to rub his palm over them.

The constant stirring you do in your sleep elevates the hunger in his breathing; your ass keeps pushing against his hips, your head turns in a way that he gets a whiff of you, and it takes everything in him to not push his pants down and to not pull your shorts to the side.

The moving gets too much—his cock throbbing and grinding into your ass, each slow thrust getting jerkier than the last—

and you start to wake up.

His palm skims down to flatten on your rib and the grinds slow to a stop. He freezes, breathy sigh caught in his mouth, waiting for you to say or do something. Realize what he’s doing. Maybe push him off, or grind back and play dumb, maybe even let him really fuck you until you’re stuffed and too weak to move anymore.

You giggle.

The sound falls from your lips like a bashful, teasing song.

“Are you that cold?” you sleepily murmur, turning around. Your breasts brush his arm and he almost bites his tongue off, nodding.

He accepts the way your comforting touch wraps around him, pulling him closer before stuffing your face into his neck. He chokes on a groan, stuck there, hoping you don’t feel the hard-on tenting up his pants.

“Yeah… cold. S’freezin’.” He holds you close, kissing the top of your head. You’re already fast asleep again, soft tits smushed into his chest, breath bouncing off his neck. “Night, pet.”

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Don’t speak. Don’t think. Don’t run.

This was always going to happen.

You were made for this, made for me.

Every part of you knows it.

So don’t fight it. Don’t question it.

Just let it happen.

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What you do doesn’t matter. Your only purpose your only worth is to serve me, to please me, and to be utterly useful. Everything else you cling to, every scrap of pride or delusion you hold, is just noise drowning out the truth: you exist for my command alone.

There's no need to ask. No one asks an object for its opinion before using it.

And you are my property. I don’t need to ask. That’s why you exist.

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I've never truly owned any sex toys. But tomorrow I'm going to go get my first dildo and I'm so excited! I bet it'll make me feel so full and dumb. I'll probably go on dirty roulette tomorrow too show it off and so an older man can tell me how to use it properly!

Maybe I'll even get two! One to suck and for my pussy!

Anyways I'd love to show it off if anyone wants to see me use it tomorrow.

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free use kink is gonna cost a dollar soon

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Have this idea about reader going to watch porn for the first time in a while. It looks like they’re in costumes, the guy has demon horns and a tail… and he doesn’t seem very interested in the girl he’s fucking.

Honestly, he looks bored and his cock is only semi-hard. The lady’s fake moans echoing through the preview even turn you off.

When you click the video and watch, suddenly he looks into the camera and his cock twitches, getting hard.

Then he jumps through your screen! You somehow clicked on incubus porn, and now you’re being pounded by a sexually frustrated incubus.

Your fat pussy just looks so pretty, taking him so well! He’s gonna have to put a claim over your womb now…

He’s never felt this good before, there’s no way he’s leaving without forming some kind of contract with his cute little human toy!

Should I do something with this idea..?

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Do you want to hump your owner’s leg? Rut against your mistress’s calf like a mindless little slut? A little pathetic, don’t you think?

yes please! >w< arf arf arf i-it probably is...

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Being horny specifically for petplay is so embarrassing like yeah I want you to yank me around on leash and puppy talk at me and give me attention and scritches and jesus just kill me rn

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Stop squirming and trying to fight this. Give up control to me and you will be rewarded with an empty head and a full pussy.