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having perverted thoughts on the clock (thinking abt having a needy tboy naked in my lap while im all buttoned up in my work uniform and making him hump my thigh until he cums)

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I want a dom to lull me into a false sense of security by fucking me so sweetly. Setting every nerve ending on fire with gentle touches and long kisses and whispering, "good boy," as they make me cum. As I'm moaning and cumming on their hand they suddenly start to spank my sensitive cock, grinning as my moans turn to screams. They pin me down, their knees forcing mine open, their cock sinking into my sloppy hole, one hand pinning my hands above my head as the other hand continues to strike my throbbing cock. I yelp and struggle as my cunt clenches around their thick cock. They thrust in and out, stretching me wide and slamming deep inside me, fucking me like a slut, until my struggling stops. The pain of my raw cock starts to pulse, my stomach clenches, my toes curl and I cum with a yell, "thank you, thank you, thank you." I chant. "that's my good slut."

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yeah i whine like a dog when i jack off, what of it?

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Send me a fantasy/dirty scenario and I’ll rate it

Definitely not | No thanks | Meh, maybe | Sure | Yes please | Give it to me now

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bulge worship sounds so good, like please let me press my face against it over your pants until i’m panting and drooling and whining for you to pull your cock out so i can shove it down my throat

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god didnt give me a cis dick because id have a boner at the sound of pouring rain and that wouldve been really embarrassing for me

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if i didnt love my header so much id change it to this

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Thinking about his strap laid on my stomach, balls pressed against my cunt showing me exactly how deep hes going to fuck me and telling me how hell leave load after load in me until I’m leaking all while he grinds his balls against my hard cock and precum drips onto my stomach from his tip

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A priest prays every night to be spared from the sin of lust. He can't bear to touch himself but wakes every morning with sticky sheets and the memory of dark dreams. He can barely get through a sermon without his cock twitching as people kneel before him to take the sacrament, imagining what else they might do on their knees. He listens to people recount their debauchery through the confessional window, his cock heavy and leaking in his lap.

He is at his nightly prayers when his door opens and a man walks in. He is massive, tall and broad shouldered, wearing a spotless white suit. His hair and beard are thick and dark, his eyes glow with infernal light.

"I have come to answer your prayers," the man says, and his voice is a gravel caress that has the priest’s cock at attention so fast he is dizzy.

"Fear not," says the devil. "I won't take no for an answer, so you need not protest. It won't do any good." He unbuttons his suit coat, unzips his trousers, and takes out a cock massive even against his seven foot tall frame.

Still on his knees, the priest can look at nothing else.

The devil takes a fistful of the priest's hair and forces his dry mouth around the massive cock. It tastes of salt and brimstone, and it bruises the back of his throat with every thrust. His jaw strains as he tries to accommodate the intrusion. He never imagined it would be like this, so painful and humiliating. He chokes as he deep throats, his nose presses against the devil's curly hairs, he is overwhelmed with the smell of musk. His throat flutters helplessly and the devil groans.

"That's right, open up for me. I'm going to rape your throat every night until you can't speak those weak little sermons of yours, so you better get used to this."

The priest wants to cry but he can't draw breath. He's going to die, choking on the devil's cock. His hands scrabble for something to brace against and the devil brings a giant booted foot down on his palm, pinning him.

He comes so hard he sees stars, soaking his habit. The devil pulls out, just as hard as ever, dripping the priest's saliva.

"You perverted slut," the devil growls. "You desperate fucking whore, this isn't half as fun if you're enjoying it." The devil lifts the priest up and folds him over the bed frame, wood digging into his belly, legs barely braced against the floor. There is a ripping noise, and cold air hits the priest's exposed backside.

"Don't," he begs, and it hurts to talk. "Please, I can't--" He'll be ruined. He can't know what this is like, can't have real memories to populate his wet dreams.

"Silence," the devil growls. He presses in, stretching the priest's tight virgin asshole open. He's never even fingered himself. He was too scared he would like it. He bites his blankets and sobs against the pain, he prays to God to be spared from this. He focuses on the pain of his ass splitting open, his hipbones bruising against the bed frame, the devil's claws ripping into his ass cheeks.

"I love a tight priest," the devil says. "Nothing like defiling something untouched to make me hot. You like this, don't you? Clench tighter, you'll make me come."

He obeys reflexively. He's been trained to serve the commands of a higher power, after all.

It's him who comes, the devil's cock throbbing against his prostate. He'll want something inside himself every day for the rest of his life. He's never felt as complete as he does filled like this. He's fully sobbing and shaking and the devil is still fucking him, growling insults. He's a dirty little priest, he's ruined, he's already hard again, he would whisper thanks if the devil did have one massive hand pressed against his head, holding him face down in the bedding.

The room is lightening with the dawn when the devil finally finishes. His cock jerks and swells inside the priest, and seed like lava fills the priest's guts. He pulls out and it gushes downs the priest's thighs, puddles on the floor, soaks into the shreds of the priest's habit. He tucks himself away in his spotless white trousers, buttons his jacket, and grins wickedly.

"I'll be listening for your next prayer," he promises, and leaves the ruined room and the moaning, incoherent priest.

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the hardest i ever get is when im fucking myself

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Oh god I hooked up with someone from grindr and I realized my neck is covered in hickies and bruises and I don’t know how I’m going to hide this from customers 😬

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playfighting that ends with me pinned by my wrists and being stretched open on their cock

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I have “can’t get my dick in deep enough” disease which is when I’m topping I kinda go feral and claw and bite and grab them and yank them down onto my dick and pin them down by their neck and growl in their ear and~

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Nap dates w a little sprinkle of sex in between