u/TinyMissIvyLeague

A position so primal it bypasses thought entirely. The instinct to mount. To grip. To bury yourself balls-deep and lose yourself in the heat.

But the sensation is exquisite, isn't it? What is it about taking me from behind that makes your cock throb like nothing else?

Is it the view? The way my spine arches into a deep, desperate curve, presenting my dripping wet cunt to you like an offering? The sight of my tight little asshole winking in anticipation as you spread my cheeks open? When you grab a fistful of my hair and pull, forcing my head back so you can hear every ragged moan, every filthy plea falling from my lips while you piston in and out of me?

Is it the crushing weight of pronebone? Pinning me face-down into the mattress, your chest heavy against my back, trapping me completely. Feeling my walls flutter and clench around your thickness as you grind into me, the friction so intense it borders on pain. You’re in so deep, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll back, my juices soaking the sheets beneath us as I struggle to take every inch.

Or better yet, is it the sheer debauchery of using me like a fleshlight? Reducing me to nothing but a warm, slick hole to milk your cock. You don't need to make love to me; you just need to fuck me. Use me. The rough slap of your hips against my ass filling the room, the wet, sloppy sounds of my pussy being stretched to its limit. I don't need to touch myself to cum; I just need to feel you rutting into me, using my body for your own selfish pleasure, until I’m screaming and trembling, cumming all over your shaft just from the privilege of being your personal cumdump.

Whatever it might be, I want you to tell me exactly what you’re thinking about right now. I want to know if you’re hard. I want to know which position makes you want to ruin me. Don't leave me aching and waiting—come say hi.

A kink so natural it's ingrained into our very beings. The instinct to procreate. To reproduce. To breed.

But it can take so many forms, can't it? What about it makes breeding scratch that part of your brain nothing else does?

Is it when passion and lust overwhelms reason in the heat of the moment? When her legs lock behind you forbidding any escape, holding you in tight while whispering for you to cum? When you feel the condom snap, but can't stop from rutting the petite little woman squirming in pleasure beneath you?

Is it the sense of conquest instead? The planting of your flag inside fertile ground. Burying your seed deep inside her womb and claiming her for yourself while she gasps in both pain and pleasure? Marking her as yours by making her the mother of your children? The ultimate symbol of her submission?

Or better yet, is it an act of charity? Of mercy? Giving her the purpose nature has endowed upon her. Giving her a child to bear and fulfill her destiny, freeing her from all the trivial concerns and petty nothings of life, by giving her one, singular mission to serve? Her own body betraying her as her walls clench ever tighter around you, begging for every last drop.

Whatever it might be, I'd love to discuss with you. No matter how dark and depraved or sweet and affectionate, would be interested to understand what draws us both to nature's most powerful urge. Your perspective might inspire something beautiful. Don't be a stranger and come say hi!