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i love your camboy writing. Is there a cam site you watch on? 🤭✍️

No i don't.

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Something of a temptress! Either way!

Alright, I guess

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could you write about a bi submissive again? I liked the story about both boys sharing mommy’s lap.

I'd sure love to write that

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could you write something about a bi cuck?

cuck? I'm not too sure about it. But I'll think about it.

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She lost and I won.

In a game of UNO, she lost multiple times, and I won multiple times. She had never liked losing. It showed on her face while I laughed.

Suddenly, she threw the cards on the floor, sat on my thighs, and pinned my hands to the mattress.

“You’re being too smug, aren’t you?”

“You can’t accept defeat, can you?” I chuckled at her angry eyes. That anger was adorable.

“Defeat?” She released my hands, sat straight, and yanked me up.

I was thinking what she might do when she pressed her lips to mine, slipped her fingers into my hair, and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Her lips were hungry, her tongue was dominant. She wasn’t letting me breathe or think. I was losing myself in her grasp, melting as if a piece of ice.

Then her lips parted, leaving me breathless, and she looked at me, “Am I a loser?”

“No. I am.” I panted, my eyes dazed, my heart thumping louder and my dick rock hard in between her and my stomach.

“That’s what I thought.”

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In the heat of the summer, I thought of cooling him down with the ice-cubes, and rubbed it around his nipples, on his abdomen and on his cock, but he ended up moaning, and cuming on the ice-cubes.

He made me laugh at his sensitivity.

“I thought of helping you, not making you cum.”

“Mommy, we both know – it’s not the truth.” He quivered on the mattress, a mess.

I tried hiding my laugh, put the ice-cube in my mouth then shared it with him, watching him suck it.

“Well, that’s true. All I wanted to do was tease you.”

“Did you have fun?” He pouted.

“Who said I’m done?”

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My tongue danced on his nipples.

I kissed, bit and sucked them, relishing his sweet whimpers and his slithering body on the mattress.

“You make my heart go crazy,” I kissed down to his abdomen, his skin so soft.

“Mommy!” He whined, looking at me with such needy eyes that could melt the strongest hearts.

“You’re hard down here.” I grasped his cock, grazed the tip with my thumb, & watched him arch his back with a moan.

“Mommy!”

I started stroking his cock and teasing the tip, watching him quiver on the mattress, burning my heart with the way he looked. “Mommy, please, I’m sensitive.”

"I thought you would like me to be rough since it’s been so many days since I last touched you.”

I continued stroking his cock until he was right on the edge & then removed my hand & watched him curl around my body.

He was quivering like a leaf, panting as if he had run a mile, and was begging like his life depended on it. “Please, make me cum! It’s been too long, and I’ve been a good boy.”

It made me chuckle.

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I sealed his moaning lips with my palm, and continued stroking his cock against the door.

“Are you sleeping?” His father continued to knock, still not receiving any reply.

I smirked, thrilled, and gazed at the door before I looked back into his eyes. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

He shook his head, whimpering so lightly in my hand.

"Then just a few more minutes. Keep it all in this tummy."

“I can’t hold it for that long.” He muffled, quivering, and struggling to stand still.

“It’s alright, I know you can do it,” I whispered.

“I can’t .” He cried so needily and suddenly orgasmed on my hand.

I gasped, lifting my hand dripping his cum. “What did you do?” And slammed on the door, "he's in the shower, he'll be out in a minute."

He quickly grasped my hand & began wiping it with his shirt. "I'm sorry."

“Now, you’ll have to pay for this,” My eyes deadly and later put a buttplug into his ass, & watched him try not to quiver and moan on the dinner table, in front of his parents.

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BLAZING SHOWER [femdom smut preview]

[“Can you feel how much I want you?”] [“t-tight. You – you’re so tight. My dick – it feels like you’re squeezing me.”] [“It feels so good. So good. I want to keep fucking you.”] [“Who’s fucking whom?”] [“you– you’re fucking me. I want you to – keep fucking me."]

The door was unlocked because it was broken. The water was running into the bathtub. The music was echoing, and I was taking my clothes off.

He was in my head, and I was in his apartment. I don’t know why I was there. I just was.

There had been something in between us, I knew he liked me and he knew I liked him, but neither of us dared to say anything. We just kept playing with each other. With our words, with our eyes, and with our intentions.

I was thinking about the topic to discuss with him when suddenly the door unbolted.

I turned around and saw that he was standing there, fully dressed, staring into my eyes.

My words had sunk into my chest. I was too astounded.

He kept standing there, as if glued to the floor, his eyes not moving an inch away from my eyes, as if he did not notice I was naked.

He took my name with heavy breaths, shaking my whole being, and added, “what – what is happening?”

I said nothing, but the astonishment faded off my skin. I walked to him and cupped his cheek, caressing it with everything I was feeling inside.

“You are – doing this.” He said, helplessness evident in his tone.

I grasped his hand and led him to the bathtub. I made him sit at the edge, and I, myself, sat inside it.

The water seeped down in a heavy stream, but his eyes remained glued to me. I smiled so faintly, that was how I was feeling, so heavy to even smile properly.

END OF THE WIP

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A PUNISHMENT [femdom smut]

[Please, let me cum] [You feel good, right? You want me to continue spanking you?] [And I want you to not cum. We both get something. Isn’t it fun?] [Mistress, please!] [That’s it? Wouldn’t I get to cum? I faced my punishment] [It’s a punishment, not fun times.]

HER P.O.V 

I was resting at my boyfriend’s place with a plan to spend the weekend at his place. The yellow was shining outside. The calm breeze was flowing with the chirping of the birds. It seemed as though the world was taking a day off from the bustling lifestyle.

Famished, I put my book aside, which I had read half, and stood up from his bed. Wth calm steps, I strode into the living room, nothing on my mind, when my eyes caught him, sitting on the couch, before a loud T.V program, scrolling through his phone.

Scrolling through his phone?

I had warned him against his habit of scrolling through the phone mindlessly. Those Instagram reels are making people dumber by each day!

But he did not listen. I had caught him many times before, and let him loose without the consequences of disobeying me. Yet he remained a continued offender.

Furious, I sneaked upon him and snatched his phone from his hand, watching him quickly jolt up with a rude tone escaping his lips.

“What?” I raised my eyebrows, staring into his eyes, standing behind the couch.

“Give me my phone back!” In displeasure, he demanded, his eyebrows creased, his pupils out and his palm stretched at me.

My eyes quivered, I could not control that and strode back to the bedroom, my lips sealed.

“Please, give me my phone!” He followed after me until my feet halted by the foot of the bed and I turned around to clutch his collar in my right hand.

“What did I tell you?” I questioned and his lips, at first, sealed themselves shut, before they parted, along with his pupils dilation. I could tell he was thinking. He was realising what I meant.

“Everyday. I tell you the same thing, yet you forget.” I threw the phone on the mattress, my tone, a grumpy note.

“I did – not.” He stuttered, his eyes wandering away from me, urging my grip to tighten on his collar.

He noticed the crunch of my fingers on his neck and whispered, “I’m sorry.” his head fell to the ground, his cheeks puffed up like an adorable puppy.

“Don’t –” I released his collar and sat at the edge of the bed, a tingling sensation grumbling inside my stomach.

“Don’t make that face —.” I closed my eyes shut, and inhaled heavily, my fingers to my forehead, rubbing the effect of his charm.

Never, have I ever been able to stand his charm and endearing expressions.

I clenched my teeth, inhaled strong and laid a demand upon him. “On your knees!”

He quickly obliged but I did not look at him, or gave him a chance to weaken my core. I said, “you know you’re making me think that you’re doing this intentionally.”

I looked at him and noticed a gentle smile residing on his face and his eyes up at the ceiling. He was amused.

I pursed my lips and inhaled heavily, “you are!”

“Okay.” A low tone escaped my throat, “Then I’ll give you what you so badly want.”

I jerked my body back, and allowed enough space for my thighs. “Get up and bend over my thighs.”

He did not hesitate and sluggishly stood up, looking at me continually as if he had been waiting for that. Yet he was bashful, his cheeks red and his eyes hesitant to contain the eye contact.

I liked that. Enough though I knew he was bold enough to tempt me to punish him, I liked knowing he was still shy of me.

He bent over my thighs, his breaths loud enough to reach my ears.

If he had been planning for this, why act so shy?

He clutched the bedsheet on my left, his left cheek pressing against the mattress and peeked at me from the corner of his eye, making me exhale warm and roll my eyes.

I rolled up my invisible sleeve, shook my head and grasped his ass-cheeks, squishy and soft, so full in my hands like a soft toy.

A smile curled my lips and I caressed his ass, gentle and calm, preparing him. More like, relishing his plump ass, until he was softly whimpering.

“You like that?” I questioned and he nodded, whimpering.

“What a dirty boy.” A content smile escaped my lips and I raised my palm in the air.

His eyes instantly widened, and he whimpered as if I had already spanked him.

“You want this so badly, don’t you?” I said and he nodded again, gazing at me with hungry eyes.

That’s when I gave his ass the first spank and watched those bright eyes take a cover behind his eyelids and his lips create a noise full of pleasure and slight pain.

That moan warmed my heart, while the first spank warmed my palm, yet not like the second spank.

The second spank burned my palm, and his moans soaked my vagina, tempting me to spank him more.

“Wait!” I boomed, realising I was forgetting something, “we haven’t decided how many spanks you deserve.” And decided right at the moment, “thirty.”

He bit his lips and nodded as I said. “Count.”

I began spanking him afresh, strong and harsh, making sure he felt different pressures of my fingers.

“O-one.” He stuttered.

“Ttwo!” He whined.

“Three!” He moaned.

“F-four!” He moaned louder.

I continued until my palm was red and his ass was twitching, his penis poking my thighs and ten spanks had hit his ass.

“What a dirty boy!” I paused a second before I spanked him harder, watching him stroke his cock against my thighs, “whore!” I said and continued until the count reached twenty.

By then his moans had turned louder and needier, his body and face writhing in pleasure.

I was going to take it further than thirty, for I knew to break that smug of a guy, it required more than thirty spanks.

And I was right, he was enjoying each spank like it was the first spank and he was wriggling his ass for more.

“Did you enjoy it?” I questioned, watching the delight ooze from his eyes and foam up from his heavy breaths.

“Y-es.” He stuttered with a smile.

“But you didn’t cum.” I pouted. “I should spank you until you cum right?” He instantly nodded, unknown to what I had planned for him.

“Right.” I uttered and began spanking his wriggling ass again and again, with strong force, without stopping, until he was moaning, “I’m going to cum!”

“Yeah?” I spanked and quickly slipped my free hand under his pants, grasping the base of his cock. “But you can’t cum.”

I squeezed his pulsating cock tighter, and watched his eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting that.

He whined and wriggled. I still spanked and squeezed his hard cock tighter.

“Please, let me cum!” He whined, his body quivering. His ass was probably red inside those pants. So much fun!

It was delightful to see the ache in his body and the need in his tone.

“Why? You were enjoying it so much until now. Why aren’t you enjoying now?” I smirked and went on, watching him dig his teeth and nails into the bedsheet. “You feel good, right? You want me to continue spanking you?”

He nodded, growling.

“And I want you to not cum. We both get something. Isn’t it fun?”

“Mistress, please!” He begged, wriggling his ass against spanks.

He begged, but I continued until my hand grew tired. That is when I stopped and released his cock.

He gasped and moaned, wriggling his quivering body and crawled to the headboard of the bed.

I chuckled and stood up, watching him laying with a tired body, his head under his arms, stretched.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“That’s it? Wouldn’t I get to cum? I faced my punishment” He stuttered, as if moaning with a cracked tone.

“It’s a punishment, not fun times.” I said, tone cold and he whined, hiding his face in between his arms.

“I’ll get something to cool the pain in your ass.”

Finally I had scraped off the pain from my ass.

“You’re cruel!” He whimpered.

“I know!”

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He didn’t listen. I had ordered him not to cum for seven days. But he didn’t listen. He touched himself.

“I warned you, didn’t I?" I grunted, thrusting into him harder and harder, feeling his teeth into my neck and his nails into my back, his legs quivering around my waist.

“Mommy! Mommy — I can’t cum anymore!” He cried. He had already orgasmed over six times.

“You love cuming so much, then when not?” I grunted, spanking his ass and thrusting deeper, making sure he felt each thrust deep inside his hole.

“Aghh! No! I’m sorry! I won’t - I won't do it again. I promise!”

“Too late for that.” I continued and made him cum four more times, turning him into a mess and his dick sensitive that he cried just with a touch of my finger.

“Next time, you’ll think twice before you do something like that.”

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Ball-gagged, hands tied behind the back, feet tied, and thighs taped together.

His dick was vibrating with a bullet vibrator and his ass was ringing with a butt-plug.

His nipples were clamped, and his throat was collared, his eyes going back and forth, from the laptop screen to me and my fingers deep inside me.

He was sitting right beside me, whimpering and drooling.

We were watching a porn video together in which a guy was fucking a woman, calling her mommy again and again, receiving lots of kisses.

He hated seeing that, especially when he was being punished.

“You love watching porn, don’t you? Then why are you making this face?” I caressed his face.

He muffled.

“What are you saying?” I moaned, orgasmed and showed him my cum dripping off my fingers. “Did you enjoy it?”

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His whimpers on my neck drove chills down my body, making me wet, and leading my mind to forget what I was doing.

I was teasing his dick through his pants, sitting in his car, punishing him for coming to my house, even when he knew I was preparing for exams.

“I told you not to come.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to — see you.” He whimpered, his arms tightening around my shoulders, so needy and so sweet. “Please touch me nicely.”

“Are you crazy? We’re in public.” I continued rubbing his dick. He continued quivering and whimpering.

“Please!- I know you don’t care about people. Just, please touch me, I will never disobey you again. I promise.”

“Can’t do that. I can’t go against myself, too, you see.”

“Mommy!” He continued whining there in that car for another half an hour, not getting enough of my touch or to cum.

"Bye.” There I was, standing, once I was done, waving goodbye to his trembling body and desperate eyes, smiling with great satisfaction.

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He licks and sucks my pussy, then makes me cum.

He fingers my pussy, then makes me cum.

He places my legs on his shoulders with his thick dick in me and makes me cum.

All of it, while having a buttplug in ass, moaning, begging and on edge to cum, but not getting to cum.

"Was I a good boy, mommy?" He whimperes into my neck, his body quivering on top of me, his dick still inside me.

I flip him around and start riding his thick dick, slapping him, making him cry and spitting in his mouth, until I orgasm again and he begs for just one orgasm. "Now, you're a good boy."

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The water was dripping from my hair, and I was standing naked in the shower, when he had barged in.

The intensity between us had been growing like fire.He said nothing. I didn't ask anything. He took his clothes off and I shifted to the bathtub.

"Come here." I whispered.

He followed and sat before me, slowly leaning into the nape of my neck.

He began biting my neck, kissing and licking, his hands pulling me closer.

I pushed him away then guided his mouth in between my legs.

"If you wanna do something, do this." I moaned and orgasmed to his tongue and lips, not wanting it to end and he went on, whimpering and pleasing me, soaking wet.

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I collar him black, and order him on his knees, my eyes stuck to his naked buff body.

"Touch yourself." Yanking the collar, I demand.

His hands, hesitant, start caressing his chest, his fingers around his nipples, and spread on his breasts, as if he's squeezing them .

I spread my legs and place them on his shoulders, my fingers begging to dive into my vagina. I start pleasing myself, my eyes on his hands moving to his neck.

"You like watching me this much?" He breathes heavily, his eyes fluttering onto my vagina to my eyes, his teeth digging into his lower lip.

"Choke yourself." I whimper, my fingers deep into my vagina while he gasps, tightens his fingers more around his neck and struggles not to move for my legs to stay on his shoulders for longer.

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His teeth were in my neck, his hands wrapped around my waist. His knees were on the ground and his hips wide exposed.

I felt a shiver down my spine, a shiver into my vagina. I gripped the whip tight, swung it and spanked his ass, getting filled with the satisfaction of the redness it left behind.

He whimpered, and quivered. I felt better and alive, loosing myself to the pleasure his noises allowed me.