u/VictimOfAmbition

i adore attention. i crave it, and whenever i receive it, it feels like heaven. speaking of strictly reddit here, whenever i post and i see someone commented on my post praising me… mmmhajsndbf 😭 my brain goes all mush

like… you took your time to read my post??? you cared enough to comment on it, saying you like it? truly, i am a slut through and through, but this is some sort of attention that gets me going nooo matter what.

oh how i wish there was a pretty domme right now upvoting and commenting on my post…

i adore attention. i crave it, and whenever i receive it, it feels like heaven. speaking of strictly reddit here, whenever i post and i see someone commented on my post praising me… mmmhajsndbf 😭 my brain goes all mush

like… you took your time to read my post??? you cared enough to comment on it, saying you like it? truly, i am a slut through and through, but this is some sort of attention that gets me going nooo matter what.

oh how i wish there was a pretty domme right now upvoting and commenting on my post…

Im too drunk to even be coherent, not to even mention walking straight. But I crave something… something more than getting fucked.

My best effort were made to get out of the club doors just to smoke a cigarette. Just for a cigarette, I’m willing to lose my friends and stumble my way outside, finding the closest clear street to manage to smoke.

Passer-by’s look at me, obviously in the state I was in, it’s not confusing that I’m getting stared at. But what did I just see? Holy shit, she looked like an angel, and I’m over here, my dress stained with wine and makeup probably running down my face.

Whatever. She’s just passing by. She probably didn’t even notice me. I just need to find my friends..

And I see her again… this time, actually going in the same club I’m going in.

Oh my god. Am I seeing this right?

Once again, I drunkly stumble inside, catching a glimpse of the familiar blondes hair before I feel a hand on my waist. Just when I thought it was some random dude —

“Hey gorgeous. I saw you outside too, are you feeling okay? You look sick.”

Suddenly, I forget all English I’ve ever known. And it shows.

“You don’t gotta talk. Come on, let’s get you somewhere more quiet…”

I don’t even know her name. Why am I letting her guide me like this?
She pulls me into the bathroom, looking… concerned? For me? Do I seriously look that bad right now?

“Do you need some water, sweetheart? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“An angel…” I stare at her in awe, I don’t think this is just the alcohol. She just seriously looks like a model off duty, with me. In the bathroom. Alone.

All I hear after that is her chuckling. My mind is elsewhere, at this point. Imagine if she were chuckling at me while I was struggling to —

No, stop. You don’t know her. But then why is she getting closer? I don’t have any more space to back up. I am already back up on the sink, why is she reaching…

“Sweetheart, someone is calling.” Of course. And I thought she was grabbing me, not my phone from the counter… whatever. My friend is calling, but also I couldn’t care less. I decline the call, only to see like a thousand messages from my friends asking where I was. But I’m enjoying my time!

“Fuck them. I just wanna stay here with you.” How drunk do I seem right now? What is she gonna think of me? I’m so sure I can’t even talk properly anymore only because I decided to drink tonight —

“Don’t stress them. But my priority is you right now.” The way she tells me this reassures me. Why?
I guess I look flustered, if she actually started giggling again and teased me about it.

And why does this make me feel so… breathless? Such warmth that I haven’t felt in… such a long time.

“You always get this red around women?” I melt into her touch when I feel her hand touching my cheek, the other arm inching towards my waist.

I’m too drunk to think of consequences, so I close the little distance we have between us. She was more prepared than I was, obviously. I lean on her, my legs giving out when I feel her arm moving lower.

“Easy there, sweetheart.” I don’t know what’s gone through me, but her saying sweetheart makes me so… fucking wet.

“I’m trying!” I have to tell her something back, no?

“Trying what? All I see now is a pretty slut trying so desperately to get fucked, but she just doesn’t know how to initiate it.”

“Please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want. What you need.”

“Just you… your fingers, anything…”

“So good for telling me.”

I can hear a needy whimper coming out of my mouth when I feel her hand rolling my already short dress even more up, making me oh so vulnerable all for her.

“Aren’t you embarrassed? You’re so wet and you don’t even know my name.”

I’m beyond words now. I couldn’t reply even if I was sober. She presses the palm of her hand against my clit and tells me to grind. I don’t think twice about it, and her praise just spurs me on.

Maybe it’s just the alcohol. No, can’t be. I think it’s ur perfume intoxicating me. Actually no, it’s just you, guiding me on. That’s what making me near an orgasm.

Why are you here? Why are you under me, in the moment of right now, when you know that’s not ur place?

You had such a great wall in front of your actual personality. Seemingly, youre the one always calling the shots, you’re the one that liked to have control because of whatever reason that’s in that pretty little head of yours. No one, no one would ever believe me if they saw us right now.

So still, how come you allow me to do this? Why is my hand wrapped around ur wrists, holding them tightly above ur head?

How come you can only whimper in anticipation when my hand trails down, stopping at ur breasts to tease both of them, only for my hand to keep trailing down till I find ur clothed clit?

But that’d be too easy, no? I’d rather see you in desperation, I don’t know if you’ll ever face me again after tonight, so let mommy have a little fun with you, okay? Surely, you won’t mind if I take my hand away and replace it with my knee… you do now know, ur next orgasm fully depends on me.

I want to just give it to you, I want to make you orgasm right now, right here but… how much can I possibly push you, the person that never liked submission, until you break?

Your ragged breaths are like praise to me. Seeing you whimper is like someone telling me to keep going, until I hear it —

“Fuck, please…”

Such a faint sound that I almost missed it.

“What do you need?” I know making you talk will make it worse for you right now. That’s why I ask.

You’re trying to hide ur face now though, awhh… poor baby is flustered. I wonder what mommy would need to do to make it all better.

“Use your words, sweetheart, tell me exactly what you need.” I’m not sure how the words are coming out of my mouth. I’ve never been the dominant one. Fuck, I’ve never even been the one on top.

“I-… I want- no, I need ur fingers…”

“Where?”

“Anywhere- please, just touch me.. my clit, my pussy… I just need you…”

You’re too eager for this. It’s going too fast, don’t you think?

“Beg for mommy’s fingers.”

“Please, mommy, I need to feel ur touch… pretty please?”

Fuck. With eyes like yours, I seriously can’t deny you.

Our clothes are finally off, and now you’re grinding on my fingers and chasing ur orgasm like an Olympic runner. Until I hear it, you moaning out my name, and you try so desperately to catch your breath…

“Such a good girl…”

So… how did we end up here? Why are you the one coming from my fingers?

i got dumped like last month ish so now i’m just craving attention soooo… yall r getting this post

there’s nothing better than a switch woman. i lean submissive, always have, but also there’s nothing better than a switch leaning domme and when she begs for you. biggest ego boost ever. especially making them struggle, telling them to stop masturbating and seeing them crumble away while they beg for release. not even christian, but only god knows how much i miss seeing that.

i prefer being the sub, since also i believe there is nothing more beautiful than giving up all sense and control you didn’t even know you had over urself but omg being a domme and also the one degrading feels so liberating.
i wanna see more women control me but then the next day i wanna see them beg for my instructions, the same way i was begging for them!!! 😭

hopefully i won’t get shit because i literally made this account just to post here but whatever