r/kinkysapphics

Cw: werewolves, horror elements, biting, marking, strapping, cnc, dubious consent, fated mates, degradation, praise, predator/prey, overstimulation, masochism, impact play

I feel the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and I shiver slightly. It’s a cool summer night and the moon is full. The stars are out as I walk slowly to the sheep pasture, checking on the dogs, making sure they’re all good and then briefly checking on the sheep. I let out a soft sigh as I see a little lamb a bit away from the herd and start walking towards it. I scoop it up gently and walk it back to the main herd. I give one of the dogs a good pat on the butt before heading back to my cottage. I pull my shawl tighter, the lantern in my hand lit but dim.

I hear a twig snap and look towards the sound. I let out a relieved breath as I realize it’s just a cat that hangs around these parts a lot. I bite my lip and continue walking, feeling a bit calmer as I get closer to the cottage.

I head into my cottage and set my lamp down next to the door, locking it before taking off my shawl and getting into my bed. I sigh softly as I cover myself with my thick quilt and start to fall asleep. As I breathe deeply letting myself float further into the void of sleep I hear a soft scratching sound then a loud growl outside of my door followed by the sound comparable to dogs fighting.

I jolt up, hurriedly putting on my shawl and grabbing my knife. I peek outside the window and see nothing and crack the door, stepping into the cold night air. I look at my door and run my fingers along large gashes in the wood, almost like a bear was clawing at it. I frown and grab my lantern, inspecting my front porch. Theres a hint of blood on it along with what looks like claw marks in it as if there was a large fight here. I grip my knife tighter, my heart pounding out of my chest when I see something just to the side. It’s in the shadows, barely visible, but there. My breathing gets shaky as I attempt to step back into my home. A deep growl emits from the creature, and I freeze in my steps. I see now that this isn’t a massive creature, but a large wolf on-top of a bear that it clearly took down by itself. I debate my options before deciding to attempt to get into my home. I step back quickly, attempting to shut the door but the wolf hops into the door frame stopping me. I drop the lantern and in my rush to step back I fall onto my ass.

I attempt to scoot back more as the wolf steps closer. Eventually the wolf backs me into a corner and my hands grip the wood. The wolf sniffs me slightly and I freeze. Now that the wolf is so close, I notice it looks just a bit strange, as if it’s not an actual wolf. The wolf lets out a soft growl as I hear this strange sound, watching as the wolf’s fur shortens to nothing and the wolf like body shifts into a woman.

I feel fear bud up in my chest as a somewhat muscular woman moves closer, putting her arms on either side of me. My eyes glance at her bare chest, her breasts are perfect and I feel the sexual feelings for women I stuffed down come rising to the surface. I attempt to squirm away but her hands grip my sides, holding my still.

“M-monster…” I whisper out.

“Is that what I am?” She murmurs.

I nod softly and attempt to move back but she drags me forward and pins me under her. I whimper softly and she uses one hand to grab both of my wrists and pin them above my head. I glance down and squirm, my pussy throbbing at the sight of hers.

“My little mate, you’re complaining but…” she kisses my ear and I shiver, “look at how wet your little pussy is.”

I pant softly and squirm as she trails her other hand down my chest, lifting my skirt and rubbing my pussy. I let out a little whimper, attempting to move away. She slips her fingers inside me and I gasp. They curl and I let out a whine.

“That’s my girl, look at how well your body behaves. Way better than your mouth.” She murmurs and gives me a rough kiss.

I moan against her mouth as she fucks me with her fingers, my hips rolling forward needy. I pant and whine as she removes her fingers.

“Look at you. All needy already, even if I let you go you’ll stay nice and still right?” She smirks a bit as if she knows the answer already, “as long as you cum you’ll be so good huh?”

She lets go of my wrists and moves down between my legs. She spreads me out then starts kissing my clit. I squirm to move away and she grips my thighs, pushing me closer to her mouth as she eats me out. I whine and the pleasure starts to get so much that my body is trembling. My hips roll forward as my orgasm builds, her tongue continually moving on my wet pussy. I gasp and my legs attempt to close as I cum. Her nails dig into my thighs, the pain of them scratching into my skin pushing me over the edge. My eyes roll back as my orgasm runs through me so hard that I’m letting out whimpers, my hand going to her hair to hold her there against my pussy.

As I come down from my high I let go of her hair and my legs slowly go limp. She pulls back as I’m panting, my eyes half lidded. She smirks and gets up onto her knees, moving forward until her pussy is right infront of my face. I look up at her pathetically and she strokes my hair mockingly and pulls me closer to her pussy. I open my mouth and start licking at her clit slowly first, then I sit up just a bit and my fingers slip up into her pussy as I lick and suck on her clit. I drool a bit as the taste of her makes my brain go fuzzy. My fingers curl inside her and she moans, her hand gripping my hair and pulling it as she uses my tongue.

I whine as she fucks into my mouth and I drool, just letting her use my mouth as a good fuck hole. She gasps and her hand tightens around my hair, making me see stars as she cums on my tongue.

“Fuck- yeah, that’s my good little mate.” She pants as her hips slow and she pulls back.

I look up at her and pout softly, my brain all a mess from the orgasm and praise. She strokes my cheek and stands up. My eyes follow her as she stretches her arms and legs then gestures for me to stand. I stand clumsily and she sighs softly.

“Come on now, get in your bed and let me mark you as mine.” She murmurs and pats my butt.

I frown softly, looking between the door and my bed, as I debate my options I decide to make a run for it. I start sprinting out the door, no shoes and no lamp, just pure hope. I pant and hold my dress up as I sprint into the woods as fast as I can. I don’t look behind me I just keep running, maybe if I run far enough I can get to the village and ask for help. I pant as I weave through trees and jump over overgrown roots. I miss one and come tumbling to the ground, just nearly missing a jagged rock. I gasp as I scramble to my feet but it’s too late, a hand wraps around my neck and I’m pulled backwards into a familiar pair of breasts. I whimper as she growls in my ear, not a sexy kind, but the kind that leaves you feeling as if death is near.

“What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” She murmurs into my ear, squeezing my neck making me gasp a bit.

“I-I…”

“Shut up.” She says firmly then flips me around and grabs my wrists and starts dragging me to somewhere.

I start crying as she drags me along, my body shaking just a bit as she pulls me into a hidden cave. She turns around, pausing at my fear ridden face and sighs, loosening her grip on my wrists but not letting go.

“Now, I’m gonna do a whole lot more to you and that little pussy of yours for that little run a way act.” One of her hands goes behind my head and grips my hair, pulling me in closer to her.

My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest and she gives me a soft almost comforting kiss to my lips before dragging me to her bed by my hair and tossing me down. I whimper as I prop myself up on her nest of pillows and animal skins as I watch her go to a chest. She pulls out a harness and an odd phallic looking device and puts it on herself. She walks over and moves onto her knees, guiding my head to it.

“Suck. I’m gonna breed your fucking pussy with this and want to see you choke on it first.” She grips my hair and pushes me onto it.

I gag a bit and drool, messily sucking the phallic object as she fucks into my mouth. She smiles just a bit, almost sadistically as she pulls out, griping my jaw.

“Good girl.” She plants a firm kiss on my mouth before moving down and pushing my skirts up hastily and spreading my legs, “I still can’t believe you’re brave enough to just wear petticoats. Don’t even try to cover this pretty lil thing huh? Don’t wanna hide it from me? Well I’m gonna fucking breed it then mark you so everyone knows you’re my breeding bitch. My mate.” She murmurs as she presses into me.

I whimper a bit, squirming as my tight pussy stretches around it. It hurts just a bit from the size but for some reason it just makes me so much wetter. I gasp as she starts moving in and out, fucking into me. I whine and attempt to squirm away from the pleasure but she grabs my hips hard. She holds me down firmly as she fucks into me, leaving me no choice but to accept my fate. I moan as I feel her start to hit just the right places, one of her hands releasing my hips and rubbing my clit as she fucks into me.

“That’s my girl, take me into you, I’m gonna fill you up and make you my lil carrier huh?” She murmurs as she seems fixated on my pussy.

I pant and my hands grip at the furs as she keeps going, an orgasm starts to build and I let out shuddering breaths and whimpers.

“O-oh- please?” I whine out, not quite sure what im asking for.

She smiles cheekily and kisses me roughly as she keeps fucking me, rubbing my clit at the same time. The orgasm keeps building before I’m knocked over the edge by her biting my lip. The orgasm runs through me, my eyes rolling back and my body trembling. Curse words seem to fall out of my mouth as she keeps fucking me.

“Oh such a good girl, let’s do one more okay? Gotta make sure my mate is thoroughly bred.” She pants into my ear, her lips trailing kisses across my neck, “such a pretty girl.”

I whine and my hips grind against her pathetically as she fucks me past my limit. My brain is mush and my body despite my earlier protests unable to function without her hands guiding me. I whimper as she stops temporarily to flip me onto my stomach, dragging my hips up and then pushing back into me. I whine as I shift to be more comfortable, her hands wrap around my wrists and pull them behind my back as she fucks me into her bed. She peppers kisses across the back of me, her kisses heading to my neck. I feel my orgasm build again and whine as I feel her nip at my neck.

“Gonna be all mine right?” She murmurs.

I nod pathetically and she bites into my neck, marking me as hers as I cum again, my pussy wrecked from the abuse, but my mind happier than ever.

We don't do bdsm stuffs that often, especially since both of us have much less time lately due to us being both employed and my gf having health issues. About a week ago I came up to her regarding our sex life, that it does feel like an afterthought lately and kind of a duty to do every day not really like a fun thing we do together? Like literally our sex was lately that right before we go sleep if she felt like she needed to blow off steam i would get her off by fingering and nipple stimulation. Well I told her that I would like it to be more fun like do something that isn't just to relieve a bit of stress but to have fun.

Fast forward to last night and I came earlier from work than her, I showered and I was doing stuff on the computer when she comes in, and after decompressing from work she brings out the rope from our closet and tells me to lay down. She tied me up and kneel above over me having me between her legs. I was really surprised by this since it was literally at least 4 months since we did anything with the rope and also since she dommed. She then blindfolded me and ran her fingers across my tummy and titties, carefully avoiding my nipples of course because she's evil.

Then out of nowhere she gets out of her position, leaving me wondering what's gonna happen next... before putting her armpit in my face, sweaty from days worth of work in the garden centre. Putting my head in a headlock and forcing me in there. I was never like into armpits or anything? I liked her scent kinda but this was out of nowhere really but damn. It felt like my brain was being rewired like her fingers extended into my brainfolds and massaged them uaaah can't really describe the feeling but it was so intense. She then started to play with my nipples, pulling on them and massaging them, everytime I moaned i breathed in more and more of her. It felt like i had an out of body experience at that moment. I guess she waited for me if I'd give her a safe word or something but I didn't consider that a bit.

After about 5-10 mins(although i had a hard time keeping track of time) of nipple stimulation she moved on to my crotch and I was unbelievably drenched. She was as surprised as I was, I don't remember ever being this wet aaaaaaa

It felt really embarrassing but i don't know i guess i have a new kink now :P

I have been talking with these 2 girls for over a month and we have been trying to make our schedules work. Yesterday we agreed to a time today to meet up - I was so excited! Then today the time came and went with no word. One of them still hasn’t said anything. The other asked for a nude while I took a shower. I’m so disappointed and discouraged 😞

Cw: breath play, impact play, overstim, praise, degradation, masturbation, cnc, brat taming

I tap my finger as I watch you from my palace window. Your muscles gleaming from sweat as you swing your sword and spar with others. My heart feels as if it might even burst as I watch you lift your tunic to wipe the sweat from your face, showing off your stomach. I swallow hard as I watch your arms flex and your legs brace to support your weight. Every inch of me is on high alert, my chemise suddenly feeling like it’s brushing too much against my nipples and like my corset is too tight on my body. My legs wanting to squeeze together as you toss your sword to the side to practice hand to hand combat. My legs cross nervously and I lean forward, biting my lip as I watch. My fingers play mindlessly with the window sill as I resist the urge to touch myself. I eventually feel myself getting needier and needier and look around my room nervously before going to my door and locking it then going back to the window. I sit down on my comfy ottoman and spread my legs, I hike up my skirts and slide my hand under them, spreading apart my split drawers and feeling with my own fingers how wet I am just from watching you. I take a deep shuddering breath as I start touching myself, inserting a teasing finger as I watch you intently. My other finger follows and I grind against my own hand pathetically. I cover my mouth with my other hand to prevent my pathetic whimpers from coming out. My breathing is heavy and my cheeks flushed as I watch you, my legs quivering and my hips rolling forward as I imagine you nude in-front of me, pinning me down and taking me like a prize to be won then used violently. My teeth sink into my hand to try and control myself as I watch you push your short hair back, it’s slick with sweat and makes me want to bury my face between your legs. I let out whimpers despite my best efforts and grind forward, cumming on my hand as I watch you pick up your sword to go put it back. I pant as I come down from my high. My body trembling as I remove my fingers and slump slightly against the sill. My brain goes fuzzy as I imagine you making me lick myself off your fingers, bringing my own hand to my mouth and doing so lazily. I rest for a moment before pulling my skirts back down, checking in the mirror that I’m proper and freshening up a bit. I unlock my door and head downstairs, my heels clicking against the stone floor. I hum softly and greet the guards cheerfully, as if I wasn’t just masturbating to my own personal knight a moment ago. I head outside after dodging my maid and walk up to you. You’re still sweaty from practice and it just makes me feel like going back up to my room to get off again.

“Princess, you’re not supposed to be unattended.” You frown and cross your arms.

“Well you’re here now, so attend me.” I wave you off, knowing it irritates you.

your hand runs through your sweaty hair again, “I need to clean up, can we please find your personal maid so I can do so without leaving you alone? The king will have my head if you’re unattended.”

“Boooo! She’s boring. Why can’t I just come with you? We’re both girls anyways.” I smile cheekily, slightly shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

“Ugh…” you pause, “this isn’t proper.”

“Okay?” I roll my eyes.

You sigh and give in, as always. Since why would you ever deny me? I’m the princess. I giggle as I know I’ve won and follow you to your chambers happily. I’m practically skipping behind you. I hum softly as we enter and you shut the door. I make myself comfortable on your bed, flopping back, my petticoats making me look like a fluff of well dressed cotton. I hear you take off your clothes and get wash clothes ready so you can bathe in the water the servants brought for you earlier. The curious part of me urges me to peak at you, and like the annoying brat I am, I do so. I prop myself up on my elbows and look at your well toned back.

“Ooo nice muscles” I giggle.

You jerk and let out a deep sigh, clearly intentionally ignoring me in hopes I’ll stop. I watch intently as the wet cloth and the soap work together over your sweaty and dusty skin. My teeth bite into my lip as I watch water drip down you in a way so lewd I feel my pussy start to pulse. I inhale sharply as you slightly bend, exposing the side of your breast. You look over your shoulder at me, my face flushed bright red and my legs ever so slightly spread under my petticoats that are slightly exposed, showing just the bits of my shoes.

“What’s that look for Princess?” You mutter, a bit of a smirk on your face as you grab the towel to dry.

I stay silent for once and flop back, covering my face with my hands. I take deep breaths and close my legs intentionally as if that’ll solve the ache between them. I feel your fingers brush the hem of my skirt.

“You’re silent for once.” You seem satisfied.

I sit up and huff, “oh shut up-“ my eyes travel to your breasts and I pause, swallowing hard.

“God if I knew this was all that it took I would have done this sooner.” Your hand wraps around my throat and I gasp softly.

“This is…” my brain struggles to think of words as you squeeze ever so gently.

“It’s what? Speak up Princess, let me hear that little bratty voice try and get out of how you’re on my bed looking at me shirtless like you want me to fuck you into submission.” Your voice gets low, almost warning and it just sends heat to my pussy.

I stare up at you, my breathing heavy and my legs rubbing together to try and get friction down there. Your hand slips under my skirt, tracing up my calf to my thigh. I whimper softly.

“Please…” I whine out.

“Please what princess? Let’s hear it.” You murmur into my ear as your thumb rubs circles into my inner thigh.

“Come on, fuck me.” I mutter out harshly.

Your hand lets go of my neck and you slap me across the face. I gasp, my head turning to the side and my pussy gets even wetter.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” You say firmly, grabbing my chin and turning me to face you, “oh god, did you enjoy that?” Your face turns to a bit of a smile.

I stare at you breathlessly, my pupils blown, “I-i… I’m sorry, please fuck me…”

“Oh you so did enjoy that huh? Like it when I punish your little brat ass?” You murmur and give me a soft peck to the lips, “tell me, did you like that?”

I pause then nod.

“Such a good girl, telling me what your pussy wants.” You murmur softly and your hand goes up to tease my clit.

I pant softly and nod, my legs quivering. Your fingers slide down and dip into my pussy.

“So wet. Bet you’ve been imagining how good it would be to be fucked by me all this time.” You press them in and I gasp, nodding softly.

My brain is turned to mush at this point, all ability to talk back or give attitude is lost to the need between my legs. My hips roll forward greedily and I let out a soft moan. Your lips trace my neck, leaving soft kisses that bloom under my skin like flowering vines, making my body curve and move into your touch as if you didn’t just hit me seconds prior. Your fingers curl inside me and I let out a gasp, my arms going to your back, my fingers dig in as you fuck me with your fingers. My breathing is erratic at this point, my legs quivering and attempting to drag you even closer to me as I approach my orgasm.

“Yeah? Is my pretty little princess about ready to cum?” You murmur against my ear, and I nod pathetically, “oh such a good girl, keep those little hips moving but I’m not gonna stop just after this orgasm.” Your teeth graze my neck and I let out a whimper.

“God- oh- fuck-“ I whine out and grind forward, my body shaking from the orgasm.

“That’s my girl…” you murmur and give me a soft kiss on the lips before sinking down to your knees.

I pant softly, my head fuzzy as you remove your fingers. My body is malleable as you shift my legs to my shoulders and duck under my skirt and petticoats. I don’t think anything of it under your tongue is on my pussy. A gasp escapes my mouth and I whimper as your tongue works on my pussy.

“Fuck- hah… too- too much…” I whine out but you ignore me.

Your hands grip my thighs to prevent them from closing and I let out little whines as you continue to pleasure me. My hips attempt to escape your mouth but you just drag me right back.

“Oh oh- oh god-“ I gasp out, my brain no longer able to focus on staying quiet.

My hands go to your head to push you away and you frown, pulling back and grabbing your belt, tying my hands together and tying them to your headboard.

“Be a good girl and let me eat.” You murmur, giving me a soft kiss, “unless you plan to tell me that I should actually stop?”

I pant softly my brain all a mess and my thighs covered in my own cum. I shake my head no.

“Words princess.” You stroke my cheek with your thumb.

“No, don’t stop… please.” I say softly.

You smirk and go back under my skirts, licking at the mess that my pussy has became under you. I let out whiney sounds and squirm under your tongue. Your hands grip my hips, keeping me still as I attempt to move away. My heels at this point have fallen off so any attempt to kick you is just straight pathetic at this point. I gasp and pull on my restraints as my eyes roll back, my second orgasm coming quicker than the first.

“Mh- fuck fuck- can’t- oh god-“ I whine as your tongue sends me over the edge.

Your tongue doesn’t stop and I turn into a whiney mess, tears starting to come down my cheeks. I pant and let out little pleas for mercy at no avail. My body getting weaker beneath you as I struggle to fight through the pleasure of you ravishing me. You pull back and I let out a soft sigh, as if I’m relieved you’re stopping. You kiss me gently, wiping the drool from my mouth then step away for a second. My eyes track you lazily, my pussy already tender from the abuse. You head to your closet and pull out a strap on and a dildo, putting it on as I watch you curiously. you head back to me and smirk just slightly, as if watching me become such a mess for you is your greatest entertainment. I pant softly as my skirts are lifted once again to expose my poor pussy as you press the tip of the strap in.

“Mh- oh god mercy…” I whine out and your hand wraps around my throat, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

You press into me until I’m full, my body quivering and squirming a bit to accommodate you. I let out a whimper as you pull out then push back in, my head going fuzzy again as you fuck me. My eyes flood with tears and my bottom lip quivers but you just wipe my tears away and kiss me so softly as if you’re not making me cum back to back to punish me. I let out a whine as you fuck into me, my legs shaking and limp at this point, and my hips tender from the abuse. Your other hand makes its way to my clit, your thumb rubbing it as you fuck me. I let out a gasp followed by a pathetic moan, my mouth feels heavy as I whimper out straight gibberish. I feel my body get closer, pressure building in places that don’t usually feel it. I grip onto the belt holding me in place as I cum on your strap, squirting from the overstimulation. You slow and then stop.

“That’s my good girl. Nice and submissive now that I’ve shown you who’s boss huh?” You press a kiss to my forehead.

Exactly what the title is lol

I felt so anxious this morning I decided to try and cum my brains out.

Started with a suction toy on my clit while I played with my titties, until I got all creamy for my dildo. I was able to take all 6” after slowly fucking it into me inch by inch.

I didn’t realize how good it felt and how hard I was fucking myself until I squirted all over the toy and soaked through the three towels under my ass.

The hitachi finished me off with the dildo still balls deep, gushing again on the towels and now I can’t feel my legs and I’m pretty sure I’ll fall when I try to get up.

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 (22F) came home, where I live with my girlfriend (27), from a brief bit of grocery shopping to eventually discover that my partner had stolen all of my underwear and had hidden all of them somewhere in our flat. Every pair of knickers, every thong, bottoms of all kinds gone. When I slyly confronted her about it of course she played coi as if she had no idea so now I'm compelled to walk around all the time completely bare down there 🤭 She'd even gone to the effort of grabbing the pair I was wearing that day whilst I was changing and she forbid me from borrowing hers. Every time I've left the flat in the past 2 days I've felt so exposed and hot! After a while my girlfriend said I could 'win' some back but has yet to say how exactly 😅 Am looking forward to finding out what I need to do as I actually do need to go into the office on Monday (which is a rare thing as I usually work from home) and I'd prefer not to be distracted by how uncovered I'd be under my skirt 😜 I love these mind games she plays! ❤️

CW: religion, politics, cult stuff, degradation

Ok so I was raised in a Christian nationalist homeschool cult and obviously was taught to only be straight.

Well that didn’t exactly work out lol (I’m just saying Zipporah from Prince of Egypt was 🫦)

Obviously I’ve had to work through/am working on stuff/myself but I have a kink fantasy that idk how I feel about.

To paint the picture, I’m the subbiest sub to ever sub and am femme.

I fantasize about being railed (in a church maybe 👀) and forced to repeat things like “I’m a pretty little sinner,” “I take girl dick so good,” you get it.

Basically religious-adjacent degradation.

Will I be brave enough to ever do it? No clue lol but it’s one of my favorite things to daydream about.

I fell asleep last night thinking about my girlfriend's pretty mouth and how badly I wanna straddle her face and grind against her tongue. Fuuuck her tongue is so soft and slippery against my pussy and I love when she moans against me. I'm so needy and desperate I'll probably cum in just a few minutes 😩

Then I hope she flips me over shoves her fingers in my sensitive pussy as punishment for cumming too fast 🫣

Or she can put the strap on for a harsher punishment and make me take her whole length fucking me deep and hard 🫨

When she's done with me I hope she uses me for her own pleasure, grinding against any part of me and making me do anything she wants. I'll suck and lick her clit, fuck her tight pussy however she wants, she can fuck my face with her hands behind my head pulling me into her. Fuck it I'd even beg to choke on her strap right now!

I'm usually such a brat but I'm so fucking horny and my pussy throbs every night when I go to bed and every morning when I wake up my every thought is about her fucking me and touching me I can't take it!!

I don't even care if she makes me cum or not at this point I just want her touch so bad. She can use me for her entertainment and pleasure for however long she wants as long as her attention is on me I don't give a fuck 😵‍💫

I'm sooooo desperate for her idc what she wants from me I'll do anything as long as she touches me. Fuck!!!

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’m a transbian switch who enjoys self-locking and solo play, in part out of necessity and in part because I just know how to please myself so damn well these days.

I thoroughly fucked my brains out last night, and I have no one and nowhere to gush to about it except for here, soo…

[edits: spelling/formatting lol]

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I had put myself in chastity all day today, and all night before that. It had been a new sensation, a comforting pressure in my clit that made it hard to think while I worked, but its presence would send a jolting reminder through me as it brushed against my clothing.

I was aching, roiling with anticipation, but I tried to keep on task and behave. I looked at my tasks on my chastity app, and felt a flush rise through me when I saw people had voted for me to perform 3 of the 9 different assignments I had set up for myself, my choice tonight; but of course it was my choice. It was always my choice.

All of my options were tantalizing to think about; I had set it up that way. None of them were easy. I decided to put myself to work tonight, and selected some deepthroat/oral tasks, all using the new training app that I had downloaded to my phone.

“50 in 2 minutes, you can do that for me, can’t you sweetie?” I coo to myself softly, the words dripping with amusement and a delicious malice.

- - - - - - -

“Put some heels on while you get ready for me slut.”

I’m home now. I can feel my clit fighting against the plastic cage, but I know - and she knows - that she can’t possible win. I tape my phone to the wall. I get down on my knees and feel the metal of the ring-gag in my mouth. I stick out my tongue and take the lube I am given gratefully - using my mouth to make my dildo slick and dripping.

My dildo 😳🥵

She is big, and flexible, and a little bit mean. She knows just how far to push me, and she delights in finding that line. She is firm, but understanding. Of course, she only wants what she knows I want.

She commands my absolute respect, and from past experience, I know to give her anything that she asks of me.

As soon as the timer starts, I feel panic as I push her into me. She is so big, she fills every inch of my throat, but I go as fast as I can for her. I can’t see the timer; I have no idea how many more seconds I have before I fail, and I can’t fail. Failure means a cage tonight, but failure also means I try again and again and again until she is satisfied. She’ll make me do it too. She’ll watch me suffer until I get it right for her.

I’m choking now, spit and droll and mucus dripping down my chin and all over my tits, falling onto my aching clit. I don’t think I can keep going, but the thought of starting over brings my mouth right back where she wants it.

I can’t disappoint her..

Something breaks inside of me as I impale my throat over and over for her. I’m doing as I’m told. I’m useful like this; I can make her happy as I fuck my face for her amusement and pleasure. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, ruining my makeup, and the app watches me placidly, impatiently.

I finish, gasping and drooling, in utter disbelief. I didn’t think I would make it. Time hadn’t existed while she was inside of me, using me.

I had finished pleasing her in a minute and 12 seconds; plenty of time to have taken it slower..

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“Such a good job, baby!”

I’m in my ear again as I catch my breath. “You made me so happy with your throat.”

I can’t reply; I’m exhausted, but so so desperate as I feel the warmth of her words in my head. I’m basking in her praise as she slips the massager into me.

I moan; a pathetic sound, filled with yearning and a humiliating eagerness. I need it so badly. I tell her this as I buck against the silicone pressed against my prostate. I can’t help the motion, it’s automatic and desperate. I would have done absolutely anything to keep fucking myself. I’m pleading with her now:

“Plea-please keep going.”

My eyes are wide and attentive as I look at her in the mirror. “Please, I need you in me, please!” I’m whimpering now, and she obliges my desperation. I’m dripping down my cage onto the floor when she picks up the pace, and my body explodes in ecstasy.

She keeps me kneeling right in the same spot where she broke me in.

I’m cumming before I know it, and then I'm cumming again.

She picks up the speed, and keeps going..

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I woke up late this morning with a mild headache and a very sore prostate, but god damn am I a happy, subby lil switch 🥰

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.

Note: This smut contains horror and fearplay audiences involving a clown,
Clowns
fearplay
bondage
creepy
horror inspo

The curtains on the wall smell of mildew. They're damp and bleached from the long days sprawled out in the summers heat.. but right now that couldn't be farther from the case.

The tent is pitch black beyond the small ring of yellowish glow that surrounds you, and no matter how much you swing your head and try and capture a slight glimpse of the space beyond what the bare lightbulb illuminates all attempts are futile. From beyond the red and white striped tent, there is a light buzz if eerie music. It cycles on a loop that seems to have no beginning, no end, no theme. It's dragging your psyche on an endless soulless carousel, and considering your current predicament of being bound to the axe throwing target board pressed up firmly into your back it is clear that your captor has zero intentions on letting you off of your ceramic horse.

Just because you can't see me doesn't mean you are oblivious. just because I'm approaching from behind you on my hands and knees scaling the floor like vermin does not mean you don't sense me. You can feel the way my silent breath disrupts the flow of the room. You can feel the looming sense that a predator is near. With dread, your eyes settle on your left side. You watch my leather adorned hand creep around the side of the chipped red wood. I tap my fingers slowly against it. Taunting you, terrorizing you. Your breath hitches in the base of your throat and suddenly you feel as if you're about to vomit. My second hand joins right above my first. My fingers tap one by one, hands synchronized, digits syncopated. Your fear comes off so strong I can taste it, saliva running down my lip past my white and red makeup, dribbling down my face. Now I lean my head over the side just above where I rested my hands. I only let you see my eyes. They're bloodshot with bright blue pupils. Under this lighting they're almost translucent. You can see one of my long blonde braids flutter to the side over my shoulder as my eyebrows lift. We're playing a one sided game.

"Peekaboo!!!"

My voice comes out raw and manic. Sadism drips off of it as I take a full step forward and allow myself to be seen. My clothes are worn, clown makeup smeared across my face. I look at you with eyes so glossy and dazed it surprises you when I slam my fist against the wood right next to your cheek. You let out a meek cry, lip trembling in unison with the stunning tears that trace the outlines of your cheeks. The flush of your salt rubbed skin makes it look almost like you're blushing. I bring my face closer to yours, and despite how hard you try and escape me you can't. You turn your face to the side, but I bring my hand up to it, guiding it back to its centermost position. I feel your shaking gasps against my face as I let my tongue explore your cheek, lapping up your tears, letting the flavour melt in my mouth.

You shake your head no. You don't want me touching you, but I don't care, one of my hands reaching to my own chest, pulling at the top button and letting it fall loose my cleavage just barely peaking out from my bloodied blouse.
Bloodied.. that's when you noticed it. The red sprayed along my mostly white outfit, clinging and drying to the fabric in watercolour splotches. The ends of my hair have been dipped in the iconic crimson too. You can smell it on my skin, you can taste it on my breath. Your stomach curdles as you try and hold back your instincts. You can't fight, you can't act irrationally and risk setting me off in response. My trembling sighs mix with the music. You feel like you're floating.

"Do you like it?"

I prompt, crouching down until I'm a good foot shorter than you, looking up at you with my cutting blue eyes.

"Please don't hurt me.." you beg meekly, more tears gushing down waiting for my mouth to yearnfully collect them. A crooked smile plays on my face as I look up at you, my fire engine red lips brushing up against yours.

"I don't make promises I can't keep. It's bad practice."

"Who ARE you?" You retaliate
My face softens into a smile, the look of innocence has clearly been rehearsed.

"I'm me, silly." I whisper in your ear, hands behind my back as I kiss your nose, making you recoil.
You look over at me, if you really tried your hardest there was a way you could take me down in a fight, but the ropes are too tight and your lungs feel like they're shrunk three sizes. There is nowhere to go, and the more your eyes adjust to the light around you the clearer you can see the objects just beyond your safe little circle of light.

burlap sacks
jars upon jars of popcorn and candy
childlike crayon sketches

But then you see the hacksaw, forming rust along the aged ridges. The orange metal gleams in the reflection if my mirrored over eyes.

I grin. My teeth are stained blue from cotton candy
and you know you are not making it out of here in one piece.

Cw: shibari, strapping, masochism, impact play, degradation, praise

I cover my mouth as my hand slips down under my panties, my nightgown pulled up. My fingers gently rub my pussy and I let out shuddered breath from my nose. It’s cold in this damp castle, the sound of wolves and all sorts of creatures outside. But inside it’s safe. As long as I don’t wake your thirst I’m safe. My fingers dip into my pussy and I rut against my hand, my mind slipping to the thought of you. Of how you’d look undressing, your beautiful breasts and your muscles. I whimper beneath my hand, my body quivering as I approach my orgasm, my hips rocking into my hand as I cum, my hand from my mouth slipping just enough to not muffle my desperate whimper as I cum. I bite my lip as I ride my orgasm my body begging for something more without knowing truly what it is. I pant as I slowly remove my fingers, my pussy aching for more. I let out a little sigh and pull my panties up, standing up and cleaning off my hands before heading out of my room. My bare feet make soft sounds against the floor. Usually I try to not go out at night since that’s your territory but I need something to drink and eat after that orgasm. I cross my arms across my chest, pulling my silk robe over me tightly. My silk nightgown underneath is short and so is the robe. They both barely cover my ass and when I bend over everything is on display. But, this is what was clean tonight. I shiver slightly, my nipples hardening and the shifting of my nipple bars making my body ache for more than just my fingers. I let out a soft yawn as I open the kitchen door and head into the pantry to grab a snack. I bend over to grab something and hear the sound of your boots behind me. I stand up but not before you get to see my tiny little thong barely covering my pussy. I bite my lip softly as I meet your gaze. My hair is slightly messy from my earlier activities and my cheeks are blushed.

“You’re up late.” You murmur.

I nod softly, “I was getting a snack then heading to bed.”

You nod and glance to my thighs and my chest then away, “get it fast.”

You run a hand through your hair and swallow hard. I grab one of the premade scones and pause before I leave.

“Are you… okay?” I whisper softly.

“I’m just… hungry.” You mutter.

“If you need to feed…” I loosen my robe slightly.

“Not that way.” Your jaw clenches, your eyes on the ceiling.

I pause and look at your demeanor, “are you… attracted to me.?” I smirk.

“Do not start your teasing, girl.” You look at me with a warning look.

I shrug and sit on a stool, my legs crossing over eachother. I bite into my scone, watching you. Your eyes flick from my lips to my thighs to the ceiling as if you’re praying to god that you keep your composure. I set my half eaten scone down and uncross my legs. I spread them seductively.

“Oh can the big bad vampire not deal with a lil teasing? Too scared to fuck me?” I tilt my head.

You take a deep breath and exhale slowly, “I will have you trembling if you keep this up.”

I untie my robe and toss it to the side, my skimpy nightgown on show. Your eyes immediately stare at my chest and a shit eating grin plasters across my face.

“Seems like you’re the one trembling right now.”

There’s a pause then you’re ontop of me, your hand around my throat. Your hand squeezes and you whisper in my ear.

“I fucking warned you.” You nip my ear and I gasp softly, “god fucking damn it, dressing like this, acting like this, and even worse, looking like this should be a crime.”

I let out a breathless gasp, my voice soft and almost submissive, “yeah? Can’t handle it? Can’t handle me?”

Your lips press against my temple, and then you kiss my forehead, “I’m trying to stay calm here. If you keep this up I will be taking you to my room and punishing you as well as fucking you.”

I scoff, “you wouldn’t. Wimp.”

You let go of my throat and grab onto my wrist, dragging me up from my stool. You lead me behind you to your room, roughly dragging me in then slamming the door behind us. You let go of my wrist and grab silk rope.

“Hands behind your back.” You say firmly and I have no choice but to listen.

You tie my hands behind my back then shove me face first into the mattress. You push my nightgown up and then take my panties off. At first there’s nothing then I feel a hand slap my ass, hard. I gasp and jolt forward as you hit me again. My ass bruising with the force but in a way that makes my eyes roll back and my brain go fuzzy with submission. Your hand stops and I feel nothing at first, then I hear a closet door open. You grab some things, and then I feel a crop run across my thighs, dipping between them to tease my pussy before pulling it away and then hitting my thigh with it sharply.

“Apologize. Now.”

I let out a pathetic whimper, “mh- sorry…”

“Properly.” You murmur, your hand tracing the burning skin.

“I’m so sorry please, please forgive me.” I lean into the touch.

You let out a soft laugh and kiss my spine gently, “there’s my good girl.”

A shiver runs down my body directly to my pussy. You move away and I hear the sound of leather and metal moving together. Eventually I feel something firm press against my entrance. I look back and see you wearing a strap on. My pussy twitches in excitement and my face flushes a bright red. Your fingers trace my wet pussy.

“Did you touch yourself earlier?” You murmur as you press a finger inside me.

I nod softly and your finger presses just right to send shockwaves across my body. The second finger follows shortly after and I let out a very undignified whimper. Your fingers work me open, my wet pussy twitching and begging for more. Eventually you remove them and press the strap to my pussy. I feel it press in and my hips twitch backwards. As you sink into me my brain forgets how to even function. Your hand grips the back of my neck, forcing me to stay in place on the mattress as you start fucking into me. My body shivers and my pussy makes lewd wet sounds as I get fucked like a toy. I let out a moan and squirm my hips grinding back as I get closer and closer. My eyes rolling back and my body twitching. All my brain can think of is you, and I let out unintelligent mumbles and whimpers of your name over and over again as I get fucked into the mattress. Your hand is removed from the back of my neck and you slap my ass hard. My body jerks forward and my hips grind back as I orgasm.

“Mh- fuck fuck fuck fuck-“ I cry out as I cum around your strap.

“Such a good girl for me. Bet you’ll behave now huh?” You murmur as I ride out my orgasm.

My head nods lazily, submissive and tamed for now.

This is probably the raunchiest thing I’ve written. I was raised Catholic, and this explores the power dynamic between a priestess and a church goer.

Cw: masochism, impact play, denied orgasm, shoe fetish, humping, confession, religion, degradation, praise, manipulation, cnc, implied coercion, power imbalance

I kneel in the pew, my head bowed as I work my hands through each bead of my prayer bracelet. I breathe slowly, mentally reciting each prayer. My knees feel the pressure of the firm wood covered by sticky leather. My eyes flutter open and I look up as I hear wood creaking. You slip in beside me, sitting on the bench, I start to get up from my knees and you raise your hand. I stay knelt.

“Little lamb, how long has it been since you’ve went to confession?” You murmur, your eyes unreadable.

I pause, “about 6 months I believe.”

“You should come to the confession booth, I’m free now.”

My breath stutters but I nod. You get up and head to the confession booth and I follow nervously. You open the door for me and I enter, you shutting the door behind us and locking it. My hands wring nervously as I feel you behind me.

“Start.” You murmur, your breath on my ear.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned…” I mutter as I feel hands inch up my skirt.

Your hands trail up my skirt and rub my hip bones teasingly as I continue, “it’s been six months since my last confession…”

Your fingers hook around the waistband of my panties and pull them down, you turn me around and press me against the kneeler, I lean against it and spread my legs obediently. I watch as you sink to your knees in-front of me, your pretty face and beautiful lips inches from where I want- no, need you.

“Since then I’ve uhm… been lustful…” I whisper as your lips kiss against my clit.

My mind goes fuzzy for a second before I continue, “I’ve been envious of the other church members…”

Your tongue gently licks at me and I gasp, my hands gripping the rough upholstery of the kneeler.

“I’ve- mh… masturbated as well.”

Your finger slips inside me as your tongue works its magic and I gasp.

“Oh my- for these and all of my other sins which I cannot remember or call to mind I’m truly sorry.”

My head falls back as your second finger enters, my hand gripping desperately at your hair.

“Oh- fuck, right there.” I murmur, my eyes shutting.

I gasp and pant, my legs twitching and attempting to close. You pinch me sharply and my hips roll forward. I let out a desperate moan. My moans turn to desperate whining sounds as your fingers curl just right and your tongue licks me in a way that unravels all my thoughts. You pull back right as I’m to the edge and I let out a whimper.

“No no no please come on?” I pant, my legs quivering desperate for release.

You stand up, caging me in with your arms, “hm. Seems like you’re really struggling with sin. I advice you take away all the temptation you can, and when you start feeling needy, or jealous, remember how the lord is your savior.” Your fingers brush my neck and I shiver, “for your penance you’re going to eat me out until I cum. Then once I’m done using this pretty little mouth…” your fingers brush my lips, “maybe I’ll let you cum on my tongue.”

Tears prick my eyes as I feel the heat in my body get unbearable, the need to cum making me feel brainless. Your fingers slip up the back of my neck and you grip my hair.

“Act of contrition now.” You mutter and then let go of my hair.

You pull me off the kneeler and turn me around, bending me over. Your hands push my skirt up to expose my ass to you and I pant, shifting from one leg to the other. Your hand rubs my bare cheek and I grind back against your hand.

“Mh… O my god, I am heartily sorry for having offended thee…”

Your hand pulls back then comes down hard on my ass.

I jolt, “and- and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments…”

Your hand rubs the sore spot and I let out a soft breath.

“But most of all because they offended Thee, my God.”

Another hit rings out and my hands clench the kneeler.

“Who- who art all good and deserving of all my love.”

I pant and lean my head against the kneeler, my ass already sore and my pussy dripping.

“I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin.”

Your hand delivers another harsh slap.

“A-amen.” I whimper out.

You rub my sore ass softly to soothe the burn, “now come on, get on your knees. Time to repent.”

I nod obediently, turning and slipping down onto my knees. You shift your robes and I look up at you my breath shaky and my pupils blown with straight lust. Eventually your boxers are on display and I hurriedly pull them down and lean forward. My mouth immediately goes to your pussy, my eyes fluttering shut as I taste you. Your hand slips into my hair almost tenderly as you hold me there, guiding me. I pant and moan as I lap up your pussy. Your shoe moves forward and places right between my thighs and I hump your dress shoe pathetically. My body trembling as I eat you out while chasing my own pleasure.

“Fuck that’s my girl. So obedient.” You murmur, petting my hair, letting out little breathy moans.

Every sound you make as I enjoy you just sends sparks to my pussy. My hips twitching pathetically towards your dress shoes now slick with my own pussy. I feel you start to get close from my mouth. Your grip on my hair tightening as you let out sweet moans that have me dripping like honey beneath your. You push me even further into your pussy as if my body and essence can get any closer to you. I let out a little hum of pleasure as your foot twitches up, accidentally pressing into my pussy. I drink up your pussy as you cum and when you pull me back I look thoroughly ruined, my hair is a mess, my cheeks flushed, my pupils blown and my lips wet from you. A little smile is across my face as I look up at you.

“Come up little lamb” you say softly, still panting from your orgasm.

I stumble to my feet and lean back against the kneeler, spreading my legs showing off my dripping wet pussy. You kiss me gently then slip down to your knees, your fingers slipping into me easily from how soaked I am. I let out a whimper as your lips meet my clit.

“Mh- yes… thank you thank you oh my god thank you.” I whimper out.

I grind my hips against your face my body trembling as I get close to the edge faster than before. My nails dig into the kneeler as my hips jerk forward. My breath shaky and my head falling back. My grinding gets desperate as I let out little whiney sounds of pleasure. Your fingers curl slightly tipping me over the edge, I let out a gasp as I quiver, cumming quickly and hard.

“Oh- mh- thank you” I gasp and pant as your fingers slowly move from out of inside me.

“You’re welcome little lamb.” You kiss my inner thigh then stand.

I just woke up from a dream and I’ve dripped through my underwear.

In the dream I had a Domme/Mommy and she didn’t let me make any decisions. What to eat, wear, bedtime and of course when I could cum.

When I tried to do anything adult she would talk in a sugary sweet voice like how people talk to puppies, and tell me I’m too silly to do that.

Humping a stuffy was the only way she let me play with myself, even then I wasn’t allowed to cum.

I’m barely awake and all I can think about is that dream and my soaked pussy.

Cw: religion, masochism, oral, mocking, risky sex (they do it in a bathroom guys), mild age gap

My knees ache from the poor excuse for a kneeler in this college’s church. I attempt to shift my weight between knees to alleviate the ache of the wood pressing into my kneecaps, but it does nothing but cause more discomfort. My forehead presses against my clasped hands and I let out a slow breath before looking back up a bit. Infront of the church one of the older college students, maybe two or three years ahead of me is leading the prayer. Her hair is cut short, and she’s wearing a polo and slacks. My eyes trail her body before I force myself to look away. I look at the bench in-front of me, resisting the urge to look back up at her again. I bite into my bottom lip hard to attempt to stop the thought of her closer to me from rising into my mind. I shut my eyes and my mind does me the favor of imagining her behind me, her hands touching me. I clench my hands together as I think of her legs spread in-front of me. Saliva pools in my mouth and I swallow harshly.

“-and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls, Amen.” Her voice rings in my ears.

My eyes open and I look at her to see her eyes already on me. I inhale sharply and then immediately hope no one heard me. I tilt my head downwards, staring at the floor as mass starts. I fidget with my hands before suddenly feeling the urge to flee. I stand up slowly and quietly head to the church bathroom in the basement. My fingers fiddling with my purity ring. I take a deep inhale then hear footsteps behind me. I look behind me and see the girl from earlier. Air catches in my throat and I smile awkwardly. She smiles in a way that should be illegal. I push the door to the bathroom and head in and she follows behind me. The bathroom smells like roses and lemon scented soap.

“Are you here to escape?” She says teasingly.

I pause, then nod, “uh… yeah.”

She nods and leans against the counter and I glance away nervously.

“You good?” She tilts her head ever so slightly.

I nod hesitantly, “yeah. Why?”

“Curious.” She crosses her arms, “you were staring.”

“I- I so was not.” I say defensively, my voice cracking.

She laughs, “yeah sure.”

I roll my eyes, “shut up. Maybe I’m just thrown off by that awful haircut.”

She pauses and runs a hand through her hair, “awful?” She frowns.

I feel my heart race, “I… it’s not awful. Just… why cut it so short?”

She shrugs, “I like it.”

I nod awkwardly.

“Do you like girls?”

I jolt, “what?”

“Ope, didn’t mean to hit a nerve there.” She smiles almost mockingly.

I bite the inside of my cheek, “what is your problem?”

She stands up straight, walking slowly towards me, “my problem?”

I cross my arms defensively, “yeah. Why are you such an asshole to me?”

She scoffs, “girl, you’re so fucking dense.” She steps closer and her hand goes to the back of my head, “I’m asking if you want me.”

My breath halts and I stare at her blankly, my mind racing. She waits, her eyes on mine like a cat watching a mouse squirm. I open my mouth then close it, not even knowing what to say. She continues to wait, letting the silence stretch as I process.

“I… yes… yes, I want you” I whisper, my heart pounding.

She closes the distance between our lips, pressing me against the wall. Her hands go down my body, gripping my hips possessively. I gasp as she lifts my skirt, her hand slipping under it easily. My hips twitch towards her hand needily. My own hands tangle into her hair, dragging her closer. Her hands slip under my thighs, and she picks me up, almost too easily. She carries me to the counter and sets me on it, her fingers working their way to my panties.

“Fuck…” she groans softly and I feel the urge to help.

My hands go to my underwear and I pull it down for her, hiking up my skirt. Her fingers immediately go into my wet pussy. I gasp as she kisses my neck, her fingers curling upwards and pressing all the right spots to make my brain go fuzzy in ways that feel right in all the wrong ways. I bite down on my lip and grind against her hand desperately. Her free hand tangles into my neatly done half up half down style, pulling my head back sharply. I let out a moan before slapping one of my hands over my mouth. She smirks against the skin of my neck and kisses her way up to my ear.

“Oh? You like that? Little masochist.” She murmurs against my ear in a way that sends jolts down to my pussy, making me clench around her fingers.

I let out a whimper as she pulls my hair while pressing all the right spots inside me. Her lips pressing against mine in a way that feels way too good to be real. I feel my orgasm build and I let out needy gasps as I rut my hips against her hand.

“Mh- fuck please oh-“ I whisper desperately.

“Aw, already close?” She murmurs against my lips, not stopping her movements even slightly.

I whine and nod, my movements getting joltier as I feel the pressure in my stomach build. She kisses me roughly as I feel her press just right in me to send me right over the edge, my pussy twitching as I grind and rut against her hand like a bitch in heat. She groans against my lips softly and bites my bottom lip in a way that sends all the right sensations everywhere, making me see heaven on earth. She slowly pulls her fingers out of me and I pant softly, staring at her, my panties around my ankles and my hair a mess now surely. I bite my lip and push off the counter, dropping to my knees, my hands going to her slacks. I unbutton them hastily and drag them down along with her boxers. I lean forward and kiss just above her clit, glancing up at her face as I lick her clit slowly, teasingly. Her hand goes to my head and pushes me down and I start licking and sucking on her clit, my hand tracing her bare thigh. I savor her taste and slip a finger inside her, curling it as my eyes shutter close. I focus on the taste and feeling of her. My mind all forms of fuzzy and depraved. She grinds her hips forward and I listen to the sound of her moans. Her hand grips my hair in a way that makes my pussy drip despite already having my own orgasm. My inner thighs getting slick with the feeling of myself as I taste her. Her grinds against my tongue get more desperate as I feel her pussy start to twitch and clench around my fingers. I feel her orgasm and my mind goes through all forms of pleasure as her hand grips my hair so tight it sends jolts through my body. I pull away panting and she lets go of my hair. I look up at her, my mind and body ruined from her touch.

You rail me in my micro bikini at the pool.

I’m so horny I need to be sedated ahhhhh

*No Spoilers don't worry*

So because it was so poorly advertised a bunch of my friends, my girlfriends and I had no idea the new series of I Kissed A Girl just dropped! So once we realised we arranged a watch party to watch the first 4 episodes together. We ordered Chinese food, multiple bottles of wine and pyjamas! My favourite is Kayleigh so far 🤭

By bottle 3 of pinot we call started snuggling and we all had the giggles as we all started discussing who we thought was prettiest, guessing who's the dirtiest, 😜 predicting who's going to betray who. By thing time I felt multiple hand across my body and legs under the covers 🥰 which led to kisses, hands running through hair, thigh and bum squeezes!

But once the last episode was finished the pj's came off 🔥 and the rest of the night became a wonderful pile with me at the very bottom 😍 just how I like it! We eventually paired off and kept things relaxed and sensual rather than our usual aggressive fair. Another amazing night, I can't believe this is my life. I truely feel blessed!