u/madinoted

Hey everyone,

I'm still a little shaky typing this

A few nights ago my guy friend of 5 years stayed over. We've always had this flirty dynamic, but this time I ended up submitting to him completely. He let me peg him first (which I love), but afterward I got shy and quietly asked if he would please play with my chest.

I wasn't ready for how dominant he got.

He grabbed my tiny tits hard, spit on my nipples, sucked them almost painfully, then started biting one while flicking his tongue fast across the other. When he pinned me down and started rubbing his thumb super fast over my soaked, spit-covered nipple I just broke. I was whimpering, eyes rolling back, back arching like crazy, begging without words, and then I squirted everywhere. Hands-free. Just from him using my sensitive little nipples.

I'm 25, naturally petite with very small 32A boobs and 14 tattoos. I've always been extremely sensitive there. I don't even like big dicks or rough penetration that much. What actually makes me melt is being teased, controlled, and having my body used and worshipped especially my nipples.

So, to the girls who get submissive with their tits, and the guys who know how to take control:

What's the hottest, most dominant way someone has played with your breasts or nipples that completely broke you? I need ideas for how to be even more submissive for him next time

Hi! I'm 25, freshly graduated as a nurse, and my biggest addiction is chasing hidden paradises with my hiking boots and a tiny bikini in my backpack.

Last year I was in Brazil when I kept hearing whispers about a secret beach that supposedly looked like Hawaii. Crystal water, dramatic cliffs, almost no one around. I became obsessed. While looking for a tour that could take me there, I walked into a little tourism agency, and that's when I saw *him*.

This absurdly beautiful Brazilian guy, golden tanned skin, sharp jawline, and a smile that should be illegal. The second our eyes met, I felt heat rush between my legs. I was literally wet before he even said a word.

His name was Lucas. He was going to be our guide.

Most of the group was lazy, so when we reached the first beach, they decided to stay there with the families. Lucas looked at me with a mischievous grin and asked in that delicious accent:

''Want to keep going? There's a harder trail, but the reward is worth it.''

I didn't even hesitate. ''Take me.''

The moment the others were out of sight, the energy between us completely changed. The conversation went from innocent to filthy in minutes. I was wearing my tiniest micro bikini, the kind that leaves almost nothing to the imagination, and I made sure to walk in front of him whenever the trail got steep. I could feel his eyes burning on my ass.

At one point I looked back and saw the very obvious, very impressive bulge straining against his shorts. I bit my lip and gave him the kind of smile that says ''I know exactly what you are thinking about.''

I was already fantasizing about jumping him when, of course, I missed a step, slipped on a wet rock, and fell straight into the river below with a very un-sexy scream.

I came up laughing and gasping. Two seconds later, Lucas dove in after me like some kind of jungle god.

The second he reached me, I didn't think. I just grabbed his face and kissed him, deep, hungry, desperate. I wrapped my legs around his waist underwater and climbed him like a tree. And that's when I felt it.

His cock.

Pressed right against my pussy, thick, hard, and *huge*. My eyes widened. For the first time I actually felt a flicker of fear.

''Lucas, that's not going to fit.'' I whispered against his mouth.

He just smirked, grabbed my ass with both hands, pulled my bikini bottom to the side and answered in a low, raspy voice:

''If God made it, it will fit, gostosa."

He wasn't gentle.

The first thrust made me scream, half pain, half pure bliss. He was so thick I felt like I was being split open, but the stretch was addictive. Every time he drove into me, deeper than the last, my eyes rolled back. The mix of cold river water and his burning hot cock was insane. I came so hard my legs were shaking, but he just kept fucking me like he'd been waiting to ruin me since the moment I walked into his office.

By the time he finally filled me up, I was a moaning, trembling mess.

The next day I couldn't walk properly. Every step reminded me of how deep he'd been inside me. So I did the only logical thing, I found a quiet beach, laid on my towel in my tiniest bikini, and spent the entire day smiling like an idiot while my body deliciously ached.

That time, i called him again...

Best. Hike. Ever.

ok so ive been wanting to write this down before i forget the details bc holy shit u guys....

im 25, nursing student, doing my unpaid clinical at this nursing home on the south side. im also that girl from instagram who posts yoga shit—nothing crazy, like 40k local followers. mostly just thirsty guys and other nursing students lmao.

anyway last thursday i was DEAD. 12 hour shift, my preceptor was being a total bitch, and i had to restock the supply closet in the basement which is literally just a room full of adult diapers and bed pads and that weird hospital smell. i was wearing my pink scrubs (the ones that make my ass look good, not gonna lie) and had my hair in this messy bun bc who cares its a thursday.

i was squatting down grabbing some wipes when i heard the door open. figured it was maria from laundry. nope.

it was him.

the guy id been noticing for like three weeks visiting his grandma. tall, dark hair, always wore these fitted henleys that showed off his shoulders. id never talked to him but id definitely noticed. he was... yknow. that guy. the one you make eye contact with and your stomach drops.

"oh shit sorry," he said, but he didnt leave. he stepped in and closed the door behind him. i heard the click of the lock and my whole body went hot.

"youre madison," he said. not a question. "from instagram. the yoga girl."

i stood up slowly. "uh. yeah?"

"i knew it." he was smiling but his eyes were doing this thing where they looked me up and down and i felt naked even tho i was in baggy scrubs. "ive been following you for like a year. commented on your posts like fifty times. you never noticed."

"im sorry i get a lot of—"

"no no its fine." he took a step closer. we were in this tiny room with shelves on both sides, barely enough space for two people. "i just... i had to know if you were real. if you actually look like that."

i laughed kinda nervous. "and do i?"

"you look better."

then his hands were on my waist and he was pushing me back against the shelf and i didnt stop him. i should have. i was on the clock, in uniform, representing my whole program. but his mouth was on my neck and he was hard against my hip and my brain just... stopped working.

"been jerking off to your workout videos for months," he mumbled against my skin. "the one where youre in those little blue shorts at griffith park... fuck."

his hand slid under my scrub top and i gasped. his fingers were rough, calloused, nothing like my ex who worked in tech and had soft hands. these were hands that did things. built things. grabbed things.

"we cant," i whispered but i was already lifting my hips toward him.

"then tell me to stop," he said against my ear. his thumb found my nipple through my bra and i moaned way too loud. we both froze, listening for footsteps. nothing.

"youre gonna get me fired," i breathed.

"ill be quick."

he spun me around so fast i barely processed it. my hands landed on the shelf, knocking over a stack of something. didnt care. he yanked my scrub pants down just enough, pulled my underwear to the side, and i felt him there, hot and thick and insistent.

"you wet?" he asked, fingers checking, sliding through me. i was. embarrassingly so.

"shut up," i laughed, breathless.

he pushed in slow. too slow. i bit my lip to keep from making noise but he was big and it had been months and i could feel every inch of him filling me up in this supply closet surrounded by incontinence products and i had never been more turned on in my life.

"good?" he asked, voice strained.

i could only nod. he started moving, hips snapping against my ass, one hand over my mouth to muffle me, the other gripping my hip so hard i knew id have bruises. it was messy, urgent, the shelf rattling with every thrust. i could hear the laundry machines next door, voices in the hallway, my own heartbeat in my ears.

"im gonna—" he started.

"inside," i said before i could think. "do it inside."

he groaned and i felt him pulse, hot and sudden, and then we were both breathing hard, forehead to forehead, his hand still over my mouth. he kissed my palm, then my wrist, then my shoulder. soft. gentle. completely different from what we just did.

"i didnt mean to—" he started.

"its fine," i said, fixing my pants. my hands were shaking. "just... go first. wait like five minutes."

he looked like he wanted to say something else but nodded. unlocked the door, peeked out, disappeared.

i stayed in that supply closet for ten minutes trying to calm down. when i finally went upstairs my preceptor said i looked flushed and asked if i was getting sick.

part 2 will be whether he actually dm'd me like he promised... or if i just got used by some guy who recognized me from the internet and wanted to check "influencer girl" off his list.

ngl im scared to find out which one it is.

ngl this literally happened to me kinda (not the locked door part...yet lol) and ive been thinking about it nonstop. someone write me the ending i wish i had the balls to go thru with 😩

he was def the type to be rough but like...respectful rough?? if that makes sense?? like he pinned me against the shelf but also asked if i was okay after lmao. anyway someone make this hot i need to read it before my next shift lmao

I still don’t know why I let him keep tracing them.

We were at my place after a quiet night out with friends. Nothing planned. Just two people who had been circling each other for weeks finally ending up alone. I was sitting on the edge of the couch in a loose tank top and shorts, legs tucked under me, when he noticed the ink on my collarbone again.

“Can I?” he asked, already leaning closer.

I nodded.

His fingers were warm. He followed the lines slowly, like he was reading something only he could understand. When he reached the ones on my stomach he paused, then looked up at me. I didn’t stop him. I just watched as he pushed the fabric of my top higher and continued.

By the time his hand slid under the waistband of my shorts I was already breathing differently. He didn’t rush. He just kept mapping the tattoos on my thighs while his mouth found the one on my collarbone. Soft kisses at first, then the light scrape of teeth. I felt myself getting wetter with every pass of his fingers over the ink.

When he finally pulled my shorts down I lifted my hips to help. He settled between my legs and looked up once, checking. I nodded again.

The first slow lick made me arch. He took his time, alternating between long strokes and focused attention on my clit, occasionally glancing up at the tattoos like they were part of the reason he was enjoying it so much. My hand ended up in his hair. I didn’t mean to pull, but when he slid two fingers inside me while his tongue kept working I couldn’t help it.

I came quietly, thighs trembling against his shoulders, one hand still resting on the ink across my stomach. He didn’t stop until I gently pushed him away, oversensitive and smiling.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned up at me.

“Your turn,” I said, already reaching for his belt.

We didn’t make it to the bedroom that first time.

Has anyone else had a random body feature (tattoos, freckles, scars, whatever) suddenly become the hottest part of a night like that?

She spends all day managing chaos, but at night, she expects total obedience. Sitting in oversized sweats, ink showing across her collarbone and thighs, she hands him a detailed instruction script with strict edge counts, timed holds, and zero room for error.