Promise?

I’ll admit that post-shower isn’t ideal, but I’d be willing to entertain it. As it stands, I’m not against any of these, but let’s talk and figure out where the boundaries are.

Turn my head from the book I am reading and face-fuck me instead. Take me from behind while I am preparing our dinner. Grope my breasts and finger me, when I am doing my makeup. Make me sit on your lap and grind into me, while I am playing video games. Use me as a cock sleeve, when we are watching a movie. Pull my bottoms down and eat me out, while I am on the phone. Push me up against the bathroom door and cum on me, just after I took a shower. Wake me up by cuming in me, groaning into my ear.

Use me when I least expect it. Fuck me whenever you want to.

This was my experience when you texted me about how you wanted to try going down on me for 20-30 minutes

It’s too fun texting her perverted things while she’s in public. Sitting there reading the filthy things I want to do to her, telling her in detail how much I want to ruin her. But she’s just there, sitting and not being able to touch herself. Pressing her legs together, trying to make herself feel good in anyway she can but it’s still not enough, is it princess? It must be so frustrating being wet in public, unable to touch yourself, trying to hide the fact you’re going feral. God isn’t that the cutest little thing..

I’ve had something like this on my mind for some time. In my head, I picture you tying me, laying me naked on your lap, and punishing me for something (I don’t know what). I’m not entirely sure whether I’d want you to use your hand or something else. Either way I can guarantee you that I’d be dripping wet by the end of this.

God this one is so appealing, and I don’t have a total understanding of why. It’s hard to explain how I can like sex with you when it’s very methodically discussed/agreed upon and I can also like sex with you when there’s less dialogue and there’s instead just one person taking charge and having their way with the other. My best guess is that there’s a deep feeling of safety that I have with you that even when you’re treating me like your toy, I know it won’t be in a way that harms me.

i dont know man. Either way I’m super turned on now and I want this real bad. Another pro of not having roommates is that this becomes achievable 👹

touch me like you own me. come up behind me and squeeze my tits while we're cooking. flip up my skirt whenever I bend over, slide my panties to the side and wet your fingers there. put them in my mouth afterward. make me spread my legs and show you my pretty cunt while you work.

just, treat me like your favourite toy

sometimes there’s this…

Imagine me softly jerking you off, my hand over your mouth muffling your moans.

Usually, I’d love to hear you darling, but today, I want to see how quiet you can be.

I want to touch your pretty cock until you cant take it anymore, looking at me, begging for permission to cum.

I think I remember you telling me at some point that you don’t find boobs (or really any part of the body) inherently arousing. Which makes me think that you’re less aroused by the body itself and more by the position that the body is in. So let’s make a slight modification to this:

*I send you pics of me kneeling with my tongue out and my hand in between my legs and you send me whimpering audios of you jerking yourself off to it.

Date idea: I send you pics of my boobs and you send me whimpering audios of you jerking yourself off to it.

this. I want you to push my body to its limits solely for your own gain. Just so I can show you how good of a toy I am for you

inspection/experiment kink but it’s about a new, slightly inexperienced dom using me to figure out what they like. blindfolding and tying me down carefully, watching me squirm for several long minutes before going god, that’s nice. starting to touch and grope me, growing bolder and bolder until i’m feeling thoroughly objectified, and hearing them say yeah, this is cute. it’s fun pretending you’re a toy like this. asking me to call them different names and titles while they’re edging me, and hearing their rushed inhale when i say the perfect one for them. say that again, pet.

topping and bottoming in different ways before deciding on what they prefer while i’m fucked out and oversensitized beneath them. writing all their newfound favorite pet names on me, until my skin is covered with fucktoy and pretty plaything and good mutt. fingering and stroking me until they’ve found out just how to drag the right whimpers and moans out of me; accidentally pinching my nipples a little too hard so that i yelp, and immediately saying oh, that one’s my favorite. pushing their fingers carefully down my throat until i start to gag, and then: aw, are those tears? they’re a good look on you.

raining slaps on my chest, my face, my thighs, until they’ve got the rhythm and technique down. forcing a particularly loud scream from me the first time you land a slap perfectly between my legs, and laughing in delight. fuck, darling. you know, i think i might be a sadist.

I want him to tie my legs apart, hold a vibrator on my pussy and then slap my sensitive clit <3

this is what edging feels like to me. It’s like I’m standing on this precipice and at any moment something you say or do could be the thing that tips me over the edge. If you touched me tonight I would probably cum instantly

Imagine keeping yourself in low sustained arousal all the time... Waking up in the morning and finding your thighs wet and sticky, your chest being sensitive to the lightest touches, being one teasing comment away from ruining your underwear at any moment? Exactly how you're meant to be.

To be loved is to be known. Here’s to spending the rest of my life getting to know you ♥️

i want to know you.

i wanna know what kind of music makes you feel good, what comforts you in the dead of night. i wanna know what side of the bed you sleep on at night. i wanna know your favorite season and why, i wanna know what weather you hate. i wanna know where you feel most at home, with whom you feel most at home with. i wanna know what you did growing up, your hobbies, your interests. i wanna know why you think the way you think, i wanna know how you see the world.

i want to know you so badly.