I want you to moan my name. I want you to confess your love for me between gasps and yelps while I pin you down and fuck you mercilessly. I want you to devote yourself to me unconditionally as I fill you up with every inch of my being. I want you to give everything else up for our love. And most of all, I want you to beg me to never stop fucking you as hard and as deep as I am, to reach up and kiss me and bite me and do everything to prove that you are mine. I love you most when you are helpless, desperate for my love.
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One thing that I enjoy to do is kissing a woman while my finger is inside of her. My finger is not inside of her because I’m fingering her or stimulating her g-spot. No my finger is inside of her because I want to feel how she reacts from the way and where I kiss her.
This is how a nigga will find that spot and you know exactly what I’m talking about. I wanna feel what happens when I kiss on your neck slowly while I lay on top of. Does your pussy squeeze down on my finger as I kiss up your inner thigh? Does your pussy jump as my tongue slides down your spine? Does your pussy get wetter as I lick and suck on your breast as you lay on top of me? I know you might let out a laugh or giggle if I plant small kisses on your stomach but I wonder how will your pussy reacts when that happens?
Her reactions tells me where and how she likes to be kiss. Yea I know some would want to try this with their dick but be honest that will lead to fucking and right now a nigga is trying to learn about what you like. Once I learn that then I will incorporate that into sex. So for example once I learn that spot to kiss. I will then kiss the back of your neck while I’m hitting it from the back.
I know someone might be like why not just ask her and my answer is where’s the fun in that?
When I tease you softly in public, just the sight of your blush and the idea of the growing moisture between your legs makes me ready to fuck you and damn the consequences
What is tragedy?
I want everyone around me dead
I want their interrogative eyes
to be plucked and mashed
their cruel hand, battered down
their lying tongues, beforked and friedMeat by meat
let vultures eat
these flesh of lies
these tyrant spies
I want them dead, I want them deadAnd yet they walk
do ‘artist’ talk
my stomach churns
I could vomit all over their canvases.The Gestapos!
I want you dead.
Don’t you dare touch my flesh
your ‘love’ you may
pour into another hole
the acid of it
has corroded my soul.
- bhushita
Slowly licking through the crevices of your wet cunt, seeing your thighs tremble and your face contort- I love having this sort of control, knowing that you rely on me to either give you the best orgasm of your life, or draw back and watch you shake against the restraints tying you back.
i adore how each part of your body reacts differently to each type of touch. i love the shuddering, the violent flinching, the subtle trembling that i can cause simply by increasing and decreasing the pressure of my fingertips. you really do belong to me, don’t you?
i must atone for my sins
Dramatic title, but this rant has been building for some time and I need to get it off my chest. Friends, fellows, lovely fic writers: kink fic in fandom lately sounds like someone is reciting a How To BDSM 101 manual and it’s really starting to grind my gears.
It seems lately that, more often than not, any fic I open with even the teeniest bit of kink spends about half the fic being excruciatingly boring and samey about making sure everyone is on the same page when it comes to consent and who is spanking who in bed. As an Actual Real Live Kinky Person, let me tell you about some things that are seriously pissing me off.
how gross this is
We are dirty, dirty sinners. Keep paving your way through dirt, ash, and dust. Make your enemies choke on the taste of their own blood. They are vile and so are you. You are superior.
I’m touching myself and thinking about you. Come home to me, I think you can do a better job.
once again they have banished me to the pit but they cannot silence my screams
Fuck…don’t touch me like that. Not in public at least… yes, I know I’m yours, but… people are staring! Mmmm…
I want to explore every inch of you, hear all the noises you’re dying to hide. I love your expressions, I love touching you like this.
Everyone’s innocent in their own minds
They cannot burn you because you are are already the embodiment of a screeching fire.
They cannot drown you because you are already a crashing wave.
They cannot crush you because you are already a force far beyond their comprehension.
They cannot kill you because you are already as immortal as time itself.
They cannot silence you because you are already the voice of all.
They cannot complete you because you are already the creation as well as the cycle behind it.
They cannot end you for you have already outlasted them
They cannot destroy you for you have already quashed their spirit.
They chained me and tamed me and humiliated me, but you know what they say–you can take the lion out of the wild, but you can’t take the wild out of the lion. This world they cast me into is carnal, but I’ll show them what a real animal looks like.
destroy me, for i am unholy
the pain, the anger, the hatred. let it consume you, so that there’s nothing left.
I am made of gold and jewels, but I bleed red like everyone else.
I am made of magic and tea leaves, but I bleed red like everyone else.
I am made of bruises and leather, but I bleed red like everyone else.
I am made of paint and resin, but I bleed red like everyone else.
I am made of stardust and glitter, but I bleed red like everyone else.
I am made of dust and iron, but I bleed red like everyone else.
I am made of salt and longing, but I bleed red like everyone else.
i am made of darkness and nightmares, but i bleed red like everyone else.
I am made of sin and destruction, but I bleed red like everyone else.
I want to rip your teeth out and make you beg for forgiveness. There will be no mercy, however- instead I will leave you there to rot, laughing from afar.
Thank you very much, anon!
I was made to be hungry. I will never know anything else.
I was made to be toxic. I will never know anything else.
I was made to be divine. I will never know anything else.
I was made to be bright. I will never know anything else.
I was made to be corrupt. I will never know anything else.
Please don’t hide the little sounds you make- you know how I adore them.
It’s only cannibalism if you consider them the same species.
You taste delicious.
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Blasted Bloody Bastard Child, Hold Your Breath And Suffer Through Your Harvest; You’ve Sown It And Now You Must Reap It
I love subs who don’t give in right away. The subs who taunt and tease and run. Because once you catch them, all of that arrogance dissipates, and soon enough they’re asking for forgiveness and willing to give up all control. And it’s so, so, satisfying to see them beg.
I love to overstimulate you- when the pleasure is so strong, you can’t say a word. You go completely silent, doing nothing but bucking beneath my fingertips.
I’ll be your good boy. But please, please, let me cum.
Thank you!! <3
I want you to tease me slowly and gently, so that I can hardly breathe. I want to be unable to gasp or whimper. I want you to touch me in a way so teasingly torturous that I can’t even beg for more stimulation. I want to want you even more than I already do.
I want to submit to you in the worst way possible.
I love that tiny little pout that appears on your face whenever I tease you. I love hearing you moan. I especially love seeing you grip the bed sheets so tightly, your entire hand turns white. Those split-second expressions, those tiny sounds and hand gestures- those are the most satisfying of all.
I’ll be good. I promise.
Please touch me. I need you so badly right now, I can’t stand anymore of this fucking teasing please please please just touch me.
Push me against the wall and fuck me slow and hard.
Now, now. There’s really no need to act modest. We both know you’re enjoying this.
I will cherish every moan, every plead, every gasp, every whimper that comes from your pretty little mouth.
I love to see you squirm.
Call me your good girl.
Don’t do that. I want to hear you. I want to listen to you come undone, just for me.