The idea of a good Christian boy getting corrupted.. gets pounded by some punk dude as he dwells over how sinful his actions are meanwhile he's absolutely enjoying another man inside of him.
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I get so wet thinking about someone casually opening my legs and observing my pussy.
Like spreading it, talking about how wet I get and commenting on my reactions.
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Look at me, sweetheart.
Don't you dare avert your eyes when I'm talking to you. You're going to keep looking at me the whole time I play with you, aren't you? Such a good pet 💕
Now…tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.
Use your words, honey. That's it, look at me and tell me everything.
Ohh, it's hard, isn't it? Shh, it's okay…I know you aren't used to this.
It's okay if you need to squirm and stammer. I want to see your eyes cloud over as you slowly devolve into a flushed and stuttering mess. I want you practically stewing in your embarrassment. It's okay if you have to cry.
I don't mind.
Nobody has made you speak your shameful little secrets into reality before, have they? Doesn't it feel good to lay yourself bare for me? To let me flay you open with my words so I can see all your most vulnerable parts?
No, don't look away. Look at me.
You can stutter and squirm and whine all you want, but you are not breaking eye contact with me.
Not until I know every single depraved little fantasy you have. Not until I'm done with you.
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I’ve been thinking a lot recently about outdoor bondage.
Tying myself up outside and keeping my legs wide open. Free to be used by anyone who happens to find me.
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