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.
You act innocent in public, but I know the truth. You’re a slut… you love it, don’t you?
I love seeing you squirm, knowing that you’re not allowed to touch yourself until I let you. I love having that power over you.
Thank you so much! I decided to make this blog when I realized that I was following a lot of nsfw blogs, and that I had some nsfw thoughts floating around in my brain that I didn’t really know what to do with. So, I decided to make a blog for them, to see if anyone else related.
I’m feeling great, thank you! I actually didn’t expect anyone to say anything so thank you <3<3<3<3
I want you to take me in every way possible; I want you to prove just how far you’re willing to go, how twisted your mind truly is. I want you to disgust me and shame me and make me lose myself.
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I love seeing you so needy for me.
Yes, I do.
You look so perfect, all spread out for me like that.
this love exceeds the lethal dose
it’s an uncontrolled addiction
Pull my hair and call me your little slut.
I want you to fear me.
Please keep touching me like that. I’ll do anything for you to continue.
You’re so good, all spread out for me like that. You’re so beautiful, so gorgeous. My perfect little pet.
Don’t hide your fetishes from me. They give me a new way to control you, to make you beg and moan and scream. I crave that. I crave you.
I haven’t been receiving any submissions, and I’ve been really busy. I’ll try to restock the queue, though. I’m sorry.
Run your hands all over me, make me writhe with pleasure.
I love the expression on your face as I thrust into you.
There is nothing more beautiful than the markings on your stomach, or the bruises lining your chest. I love knowing that you’re mine.
I love seeing your neck, covered with hickeys, exposed for everyone to see. It lets them know that you’re mine.
It would be great to see you bound and tied up, just for me, like a pretty present of some sort.
The thought of your mangled corpse brings me joy.
I like to imagine my enemies on their backs and on their knees, welts across their stomachs and their chests. I want to see them in pain.
The look of fear on your face when I scrutinize you brings me so much pleasure.
You flinch, and I smile. You scream, and I laugh. Your pain is my joy and my joy is your pain.
I’ve never had a clean thought, at least not concerning you.
Bend over for me.. Yes, just like that… Good boy.
Find that special spot and touch it, again, again, again…
Oh, God, I want you. No, I don’t want you- I need you. Touch me, every inch of me. I’m begging you.
When you’re on my mind in more ways than one, I just can’t control myself. I want you more than I know how to express… and one day, you will be mine, and I will be all yours.
I want to tease you. I want to bring you to the edge, over and over again, until all you can do is beg for the release that only I can grant you.
My worst sins are greed, gluttony and lust.
Just hearing your name is enough to make my face flush, and my heart pound. There are so many dirty things I want to do to you, and not all of them are appropriate.
I want to see you reach climax, panting and screaming my name the entire time.
You stare at me from across the room, eyes never blinking. Keep staring at me the way you are, and I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back from ravaging you the way you deserve.
I want to brush my lips on your neck, to brush my fingers over your body. I want you to say my name.
I need you inside me.
Sometimes I do things that hurt other people. I don’t always regret it.