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party trick

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it's all fun & games until you get with a weird scary girl and start thinking her armpit hair looks cute & she smells so good & maybe you should just do whatever she tells you to

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A boyfriend is like an emotional support prey animal.

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Monster Researcher Eclair is taking Research notes.

Monster Researcher Eclair is taking Research notes.

Among other things.

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I got that dog in me. (Waiting at your door till you come home.)

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old cotton panties so worn out you can see the bush through them. look of the summer

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you aren't even listening to me you're just thinking about my bulge again. yes you are, i recognise that look. please focus we need to escape the puzzle labyrinth befo- STOP IT!!

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Training your holes to take your monster: 😃

Your monster training your holes for them: 🥴

Making your restrained monster watch as you open and stretch your holes just out of reach of their leash, moaning their name and riding something a fraction of their size: 😵‍💫

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Normalize telling her how good she feels alongside a good morning kiss as you settle your weight lightly on top of her and slide your morning wood all the way inside.

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my friend picked me up bully style and shoved me in here even after I gave her all my lunch money

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Valentine's Day, are you happy?

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EDIT AND POST LATERRRRRRR

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You asked for me to write this, a scenario where I dominate and bully you - where you are younger. I mean, you are younger… but you wanted some focus on that.

DOWN HERE IS: me calling my bf a teenager as an insult (he's 22) . bad drunk writing. honestly idk why anyone but him would read this but I'm leaving it up so he can re-read it if he wants teehee

I know I shouldn't be thinking about him the way I am. I mean, I know, right? I'm a full adult woman and I can't stop thinking about this fucking teenager. It's honestly embarrassing. Even if I went for it and fucked him, he'd probably whimper and cu.m after two strokes. So what's the point of feeling so torn up about it?

I resolve myself to never act on my desires.

alskdfjalfjldskfj START OVERRRRR

I'm more than a few years older than him. We have to start there so you k now how fucked up it is that I want to fuck him so bad.

It's not like I set out for this, alright? We've known each other for a long time. I'd always thought of him as something like a kid brother, ;y'know?

But stilll - there's something so…. fuck. So exciting about the way he looks at me. I'll have him over so I can look over his c essays, give him tips about =======

rrrghhhh write some justification for why I'm friends with a teenager here ok? this is thoughts for laterrrrr……

ANYWAY

I get turned on when he looks at me. That's the point of it all, aI can't help feeling a zizzling drop of dense heagt into my core, my belly, my cunt when he looks at me. I'm sure he thinks he's being subtle, but I know exactly what he wants.

He's so fucking cute. All long, lanky limbs and a sparse patch of chest hair that's just starting to grow in. He's so easy to please, easy to confuse and bylly, tease and enrapture… I lean forward to show him a hint of my cleavage through the low cut of my tank top. He forgets what he was saying every goddamn time. So simple.

Hey, I say.

You wanna touch them, don't you?"

It's okay. I don't mind. You want to, don't you? Go ahead and feel them a little. I can tell you really want to. I'd like it.

fuck i want you so fucking bad alsdjflsdfjsfj

stickyour tongue out and slide it all slick against mine, show me you want to be merged together. Show me how bad you want to breed me, make me yours inside and outside,

okay i'm getting to sleeply and drunk to keep writing. point is: i want to write a sexy story where

i forgot what iw as saying

fuck iw ant his big thick fucking cock to stretch my cunt open right nowwwwww PLEASLEEEEEE

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He comes home, finds me doing whatever unimportant thing I've been doing. He presses his hand down on my shoulder and unzips his fly. I know what it means. This is my purpose. I get on my knees immediately, lean forward and bury my face against the front of his briefs.

I used to think it was too gross, but now the odd mixture of cock-smells, old sweat, and faint traces of urine just makes my brain turn to mush. I feel the hair on his belly against my forehead, the soft give of his cock against my nose, my cheek, my lips.

Okay, fine, the smell is still objectively gross, but I've been perfectly trained to associate it with excellent memories. (Call him Pavlov, 'cause this dog definitely drools on command.) Plus, I know how to fix it. All I have to do is get my mouth on him and replace it with the watery-neutral scent of my saliva.

I close my eyes, take another deep breath of that stupid nasty musk, and let out a little involuntary whine on the exhale. My hands stay put, fists clenched on the tops of my thighs despite the strong urge I feel to touch the tingling, eager heat between them.

He runs his fingers through my hair. His cock is already more than half-hard, exerting pressure against the thin fabric that keeps me from what I want. He's so close I could cry from wanting. I use my lips to feel for the right position, mouthing down the hardening shaft 'till I can use my tongue to press on his tip through the fabric. I don't know if my drool or his precum is responsible for the darkening wet spot there, but I'd bet it's both. My breath is heavy and warm now, I'm losing composure, please-

I'm so fucking glad he's not patient enough to tease me any longer.

He unzips his jeans further, finally pulls the elastic waistband of his briefs down to free his heavy cock. It's like taking a kink out of a garden hose, and he's fully hard soon enough, only taking an indulgent moment to slap the head against the flat of my waiting tongue before he gives me more.

Yesyesyes yes--

I love sucking his cock. I love the way it fills me, making it impossible to think about anything else. There's too much to do here and now - open up wide, watch the teeth, keep it wet with spit, wrap my lips around him just right, take him deeper, deeper, try to look up at him through the reflexive tears that come when he hits the entrance of my throat, hollow my cheeks and suck, roll my tongue around the thick tip... Not to mention the tough task of sneaking in a breath every so often. There's no room inside me for any distractions.

It's hard to get over self-consciousness, the urge to make sure I don't make stupid faces. But that's just a distraction, isn't it? I'm not supposed to be dignified with his cock prodding against my throat. I'm supposed to gag and drool on it. The aching in my jaw doesn't matter. The stupid glassy-eyed face I'm making while I slurp and pant, gag and whine doesn't matter. I can't speak - I can't even think. Making him cum is just much more important. His cock is what my mouth is for.

I love feeling it twitch against my tongue, love it when I can milk out a few extra spurts of cum by gently licking the underside to the rhythm of his pulsing orgasm. I love opening up and showing him the mix of semen and saliva dripping off my cupped tongue - I keep a hand under my chin to catch anything that spills. Swallowing everything is my pride and pleasure. If anything has spilled, I wipe it up, lick my palm, chase stray drips caught on his stomach, his balls, his pubes, wherever. Lapping up every drop is my prize for a job well done, after all. I wish he'd only ever cum inside me. I know it's selfish, but that's what I want... I want to obediently receive everything, all of him, always.

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theres not enough art of that sopping wet twink from voices of the void

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Dog training diaries - again

I am busy tonight and I need to leave in ten minutes, so I can't spend that long on this.

OK, so... Last time I restricted his orgasms, he lasted like -- two days. He always seems to break on day three. What's the point of a cum dispenser that goes off without any user input and makes a huge mess all the time? It really needs some work.

He's really demanding. It's like he thinks that being bad and cumming before I say really means anything to me. He's the one who misses out on being rewarded, y'know? Dumb excuses. He's like, "Oh, I tried to call you but you weren't there." So?? You already know damn well what I'd say if I answered and you asked again. I know you're pretty dumb, but you aren't that dumb, are you? Take your hand off your dick and use your stupid slut brain for five seconds!

I mean, sure, it feels good to cum, but that's not as good as the treats he'd get if he could just hold off for a few days. I would make it so good. Too bad we've never gotten to that point because he's too slutty to wait three whole days.

He claims to be good at thinking long-term, but he acts like a horny teenager who can't keep his hand out of his pants. I wonder which one is more true..?

It's like he thinks he can get more attention because he's threatening to disobey me - the whole POINT of submitting and giving me control over his orgasms is that I get to decide when it happens. If he goes off the program, that's his loss.

Every dog trainer knows you can't reward bad behavior with attention. I know he wants to be "punished." He wants my bad domme voice purring in his ear, telling him to pinch his thighs, slap his face, laughing when he obeys so easy...

That's not what he'll get if he's bad again. When your dog is bad, the best correction is to just ignore them for a bit and then get back to training. He'll learn to be good for me.