“Forgive Me, Father, For I Have Sinned. It’s Been A Week Since My Last Confession.”

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.”

You are nervous, conflicted, and scatter-brained as you take your seat. The confessional is dark. You shed your coat and lay it across your lap. It’s warm in the church, in stark contrast to the sharp chill of the outside wind. You pull a hand through your hair, taking a deep, nervous breath, and trying to make yourself comfortable.

“May the Lord help you to confess your sins.”

A month or so ago, your church had introduced a new priest as the standing one retired. He is young, brilliant, kind, and absolutely stunning: tall with deep brown hair falling about his jaw and dark brown eyes. His features are sharp — an angular jaw, deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones. His voice is deep and smooth, even alluring. Slowly, you noticed that you had been allowing your mind and eyes to wander during mass. You started to wonder how strong he is. How soft his hands are. What he smells like when he holds you close to him. What his lips would feel like against your skin. How his body looks under his cassock. How big his…

“My child, are you alright?”

His voice snaps you back to reality, and you clear your throat.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you hastily answer. “This is difficult for me.”

“Take your time. I am here to listen and guide you down the right path,” he comforts.

Instead of warm, you begin to feel like you’re overheating. His voice alone arouses you, much to your dismay. You fumble with the top button of your shirt, loosening it and pulling at your collar. You try to ignore the carnal desires of your flesh, but your slacks are beginning to feel a bit tight.

“I have uhm… been having impure thoughts, Father.” Your hands begin to shake, nervous about how this will cause him to view you. He has seen you many times at the soup kitchen, and he knows you participate in a lot of local charity. For reasons you can’t seem to place, you care a lot about what he thinks of you.

“I see…” he hummed. There is a long pause as you fiddle with the rosary in your hand. “Have you acted on these desires that are driving your thoughts?”

“No,” you fib. Even in this confessional, where you are supposed to pour yourself out to the Lord, you cannot find the bravery to admit that you have acted on these desires. But you do it alone, where no one knows the vile things you fantasize about.

“Hm… well. Everyone has lustful thoughts. It is natural, as we are born with a sinful nature. It happens to us all.” His voice is calm and comforting. Your imagination runs wild with more questions yet again.

“Even you, Father?” You say it before you can manage to stop yourself. The tinges of curiosity got the best of you. You tell yourself that it’s for own comfort — to know that you aren’t alone in your thoughts and struggle with them. But under the surface, part of you yearns to know what he thinks about when he’s alone, with no other outside influence. You wonder, does this servant of God have the same sinful thoughts? Does he have to repent for the same sins? And even more so — am I the reason?

“Yes, my child. Even me. I, too, have been born into sin. I am human, just like you.” You wonder what he likes… his preferences. If he likes it rough or if he’s more of the gentle kind. What words he would whisper to you while he touches you. You wonder how he sounds when he cums.

You finally work up the courage to look at him through the screen. His eyes are serious, but not judgmental. He is beautiful in the dim light of the confessional. With your eyes locked together, the sparks inside you catch, and you have decided you are no longer here to be cleansed of your sins. You are here to give yourself over to them.

But this man has taken very serious vows. He has made unbreakable promises — to himself, his colleagues, his superiors, his congregation… and to God. You know there is no way that he would throw all of that away. You recognize that these desires are one-sided killing that flaring spark in your mind, but oh, how you crave him. At this point, you can deny it no longer.

“This is a heavy and serious topic with many complexities. This conversation may take a little while to get through. We may want to meet about this in a more private setting, where I have more time to tend to your concerns. Would that suit you?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly. So much so, in fact, that you blush, embarrassed once again.

“Wonderful. In an hour, I will meet you here again, and we can discuss this in my study. Peace be with you.”

“And also with you.” You take a deep breath to calm yourself. “Thank you, Father.”

As you sit in the chapel waiting for him, your mind races. Your mind is occupied with images and ideas most disgraceful. The way he would feel deep inside you, crying out in ecstasy. How beautiful his bare body would look in the low, orange-yellow glow of the study lamplight. What he may do with you when you are alone, with only God to judge. Your body is filled with can ache that only he can satisfy. You pray for release.

Soon after, you are on your knees in his study, hands clasped together in front of your chest, rosary tangled in them.

“The best thing about our Savior is that he is all-forgiving. No matter what horrible things you may think or say or do, you can always seek him for forgiveness…” You open your eyes and see his cassock falling off his shoulders as he glides it off. Under it, he wears black pants and a black button up shirt.

You feel yourself getting hard all over again. Your heart is absolutely racing. In this moment, with him towering over you, you come to the jarring conclusion that you do not want him despite the fact that he is your priest. You want him because he is your priest.

He places a hand on top of your head. You tilt your head slightly back, welcoming his touch, and feel the cold beads of his rosary resting on your forehead. He closes his eyes to pray, and you do the same. His hands are soft and warm, tender and comforting. His cologne is intoxicating. Your mind begins to stray yet again, but his soft, yet authoritative voice brings you back in.

“Lord, forgive us for what our flesh leads us to do.”

You repeat his words in your head… ‘us?’ Before you have time to question what it may mean, you hear the quiet ringing of a belt buckle and open your eyes to see him unbuttoning his slacks, his belt loose and undone. He looks down at you.

“Is this the kind of cleansing you have come here for?” He coos. You freeze, afraid to answer. But he comforts you again as he pulls his boxers down just enough. “It’s okay. You can tell me. It’s just between me, you…” he spits into his hand, “…and God.”

You nod, hands still folded in front of you. Inside, you are melting. He wraps his fingers around his big, thick cock, slowly and gently stroking as you watch. With the other hand, he gently holds your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. The rosary is still tangled in his fingers. You admire him, in all his filth and sin. This is what you wanted. What you were desperate for. What you thought about and touched yourself to in the shower. What you dreamed about last night. This is it.

“Stay still. Just open your mouth.” His gentle instructions are your permission. He teases your tongue, barely allowing you to taste the tip of his dick. Your mouth waters as you gently suck on it, watching heavenly pleasure wash over his face. If this is sin, why does it feel like such a release? A victory? A relief of so much painful tension? Why does it feel so good? His once gentle fingers grip your hair as he lets out a soft moan, wiping your mind clean of all these worries and stresses. You decide will let him guide you. “That’s it… let me cleanse you, my child… from the inside out.”

red hair, red lingerie

warning; smut, age gap, older nat, fingering, oral sex

your parent go on vacation for a week and leave you at their friend Natasha's, one night you have a dream about her, a dream you should not be having, and you awake soon after, you walk downstairs to find her sitting there in something rather revealing...

my parents are on vacation for the week, and they left me to stay with their friend Natasha, she’s rich and drop died gorgeous. I sort of know her, I met her 4years ago when I was 15, she always seemed mysterious to me but god knows why my parents didn’t just leave me at home I mean I am 19, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be around her, but damn was it awkward I couldn’t explain how but it was there.

I was now lying-in bed, I had just woken up after a dream, a dream I shouldn’t have been having about Natasha, God the way she had taken control, the way she moved her hands -no stop thinking like that y/n no that’s wrong.

I turned to look at the clock, 1:31am. I feel all sweaty and horny now, I decided to go down to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, I started to walk down the stairs in my oversized t-shirt and wet (thanks to my dream) thong, I turn the corner into the kitchen to see the woman I just had a dream about sitting there in her silk black house coat hanging open so I could see her red lingerie while she drank some red wine, ‘fuck Natasha this isn’t helping’ I thought

‘’hey what you doing down here at this time?’’ she asked, pulling me out of my inappropriate thoughts.

‘’getting a bottle of water but you know I could ask the same’’ I say nodding toward her glass of wine

‘’oh, it's nothing’’

‘’the glass of wine at 1 in the morning says otherwise’’ I get a bottle of water and sit next to her at the bar stools

‘’so why are you up?’’ Natasha asks

‘’dream woke me up’’ I answer hopping she won't ask any further questions

‘’hmm what was it about?’’ I blush not really knowing how I was going to answer that ‘’sweetie what was it about?’’ she places her cold hand on my knee it felt like a nice contrast to my now burning skin the only thing is now I feel like I can’t lie, I feel like it's just going to fall out my mouth ‘’tell me’’

‘’y-you’’ and it does

‘’me, huh?’’ she smirks

‘’can I have some of this please?’’ I’m not asking I’m stating, I need something to calm me down, to take my mind off her

‘’you sure your aloud to do that?’’

''most Definity not'' I reply as I quickly pick up her glass, just as the red liquid is about to pour into my mouth perfectly, she pulls the glass away, rude.

''ah ah ah no pretty babies like you need help to big girl things'' I want to retaliate against her, but something stops me, she's making me feel small and I can't help but let her do so ''come here detka'' Natasha says as she pat's her lap, I climb over to straddle her lap ''good girl'' God if she knew what that did to me. she puts one hand on my chin as the other brings the glass up to my lips, she pours some into my mouth while making eye contact, finding it too much I look down just now remembering what she is wearing, her boobs look so big and perfect, i don't even notice her pull the glass away ''mommy's eyes are up here detka''

my eyes snap up at the name ''mommy?'' I smile, and suddenly that feeling appeared in my stomach.

''you like that detka, mommy's baby huh?'' a moan accidentally slips passed my lips, oh that's embarrassing, I hide my face in her neck.

''staring at mommy's tits earlier, you like mommy's boobs huh?'' Nat smirks, she pulls my chin up to look at her, having no idea what to say I just look at her ''wanna touch mommy's tits?'' I blushed, Natasha takes my hand in hers and guides it up to her boobs until my hand rests upon her tit ''what'd you think detka?''

''mmmmh'' is all I can give her

''get on the counter pretty baby'' and so I climb up onto the counter just like she asked ''god mommy to eat your pretty little pussy so bad detka''

''fuck'' i groan at her words, she starts to pull my panties down and when there fully off she looks down to my pussy then up at me, Natasha crashes her lips onto mine, i moan into her mouth as our tongues start to dance, I end up pulling away for air .

Nat starts moving down my body taking my shirt off and kissing my chest all the way down to my pussy

''mmm can't wait to eat my baby out'' mommy groans

''do it then'' I dare final feeling like me again

''ohh look who got her voice back, beg'' she orders

''please please mommy please please eat my tight little pussy out please mommy plea-'' I'm stopped by her attaching her lips to my clit

''oh oh ughh mommy fuck''

''so wet for me baby'' she mumbles against me sending vibrations all thought out my body making me arch my back ''such a good girl for mommy''

''god mommy fu-'' that when we are interrupted by my phone ringing

''answer it'' she demands as she continues her attack

''WHAT Natasha are you crazy?!!?'' i yell

''baby I said answer do you want to cum? because if not you can just ignore me'' well I had to answer now

''hey sweetie'' I heard my mom's voice though my phone, shit I didn't it was her

''hi mo- oh'' i moan when Nat inserts two fingers into me, Nat chuckles at my reaction and starts to move her fingers inside me giving no mercy

''are you ok y/n?'' my mom ask with concern in her voice

''mhm'' is the only thing i respond with to scared I'll moan again

''good girl'' Nat whispers smirking up at you as she moves her move off your clit, moving her fingers faster

''ok well how's it staying at Nat's?'' my mom questioned

''great'' my voice shakes out

''great huh?'' Nat says, she then attaches her mouth to one of my nipples, making that feeling appear in my lower abdomen.

''maybe she can just keep you then'' my mom jokes

being too lost in the fog of the pleasure Nat is making me feel ''god yes, ugh she can keep me!'' I moan in reply to my mother as Natasha hits the spot that drives me crazy

''just a joke y/n'' my mom chuckles

''what would your mom think if she knew her precious little angel as lying on my kitchen counter being fuck dumb by her mommy'' she whispers in my her, biting my ear lobe.

''mom why are you calling it's really late?'' i asked trying to sound as normal as I possibly could with Natashas fingers knuckle deep inside me

''oh, sorry I forgot time difference'' she chuckles to herself

''okay mom, well I'm tired so imma go''

''oh well one last-'' that was when i hung up i was about to cum i refuse to do so with my mother on the phone

''gonna cum mommy'' i moan

''mm yeah? gonna cum all over mommy's fingers?''

''mhmmmm'' and that's when my orgasm came crashing down

''ohh baby you look so pretty when you cum for mommy'' Nat groans

''Nat do you think you could convince my parents to let me stay with you longer?'' i ask as soon as i catched my breathe.

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iwannabefemanizedfully

2 years ago

(via bathammer2, bathammer2, yuss-property)

I wish I looked like this from behind

Treat me like a girl ☺️

Dress me like a girl 🥰

Play with me like a girl 😍

Make me cum like a girl 🥵

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iwannabefemanizedfully

2 years ago

Good Girl

The room still spins. I look over at you sleeping on the bed naked after another one of our torrid lovemaking sessions and I have an idea. With a calculating grin and a smirk, I gently tie your hands to the bedpost with some soft silk scarves.

I move down between your legs and tease your hard cock with my tongue. I can taste the remaining bits of our combined cum on you which makes me even more excited. I take just the head of your cock into my mouth and suck on it gently while my tongue swirls around the tip. I move slowly down on your cock taking it into my mouth inch by inch.

I hear you moan as you begin to awaken. You automatically reach to run your fingers through my hair when you realize that I have you restrained. You pull at the ties hoping to break lose of them and take me. The slowness that I'm taking you into my mouth and teasing you with my tongue has you crazy with lust. Your hips arch up to try to meet my mouth but I pull back away from you just enough to keep your cock from pushing deep into my mouth.

You feel my hands cradle your balls as I pull my mouth off your hard cock. I see some pre-cum oozing from the tip and bend over once again to lick the yummy drop off of you looking into your eyes as I taste you. You once again try to push your cock up into my mouth. I look into your eyes shaking my head to tell you "no." The shaking of my head brings my tongue slowly back and forth across the head of your cock.

"Please baby, please," you beg me. "Please take my whole cock in your sweet hot mouth. I need to cum…."

I ignore your pleas and move my mouth from your cock. I can hear your groan of frustration. I push my head down between your legs and start licking your balls. Your groans turn into moans as I begin to lick your balls. I gently take them into my mouth and suck on them. My hands find your cock and slowly stroke it while I'm sucking your balls. I can feel your body shiver from excitement and anticipation. I move away from your balls and begin licking from your sack to your ass. I feel you shiver as I rim your ass with my tongue lightly.

I pull away from you and straddle your legs. You watch as my fingers roam down and begin to finger my own pussy. I pull my fingers away from my pussy to show you the wetness covering them. My hot, naked, shaven cunt begins to grind against your cock. I offer my fingers to you to clean. You eagerly suck on them while you feel the juice from my pussy dripping all over your cock. Your cock feels so good rubbing against the outside of my pussy. I lean over brushing your lips with my nipples.

I lean over to kiss you, nibbling on your lips and sucking your tongue into my mouth. "Beg me," I whisper to you. "Beg me."

"Please baby, I'll do anything. Please make me cum. I need you to let me cum. I need this… oh fuck… I need you." You whisper back to me.

I reach between us and slowly guide your cock into my pussy. I sink down on it with a whimper. I bury your cock in my pussy feeling it stretch me in all directions. It feels so good inside me. I look deep into your eyes as my face shows the obvious signs of the pleasure your cock is bringing me. "Mmmmmmmmm" I moan as I ride your big hard cock. I almost wish you weren't tied so that I could feel your hands roam my ass. I begin squeezing my own nipples lost in ecstasy as I pump up and down on your cock.

Your moans grow louder and we are both panting, gasping for air. I feel your body tense under mine. I push my pussy all the way down onto your cock and demand "cum for me now!"

"Oh my goddddd…" you moan as you erupt shooting your cum deep into my pussy. The feeling of your hot cum squirting in me sets me over the edge as well. "Ohhhhh yesssssss!" I scream as I cum all over your cock.

My knees feel weak and my whole body is trembling. I pull myself off your cock and begin to clean it tasting all your sweet cum mixed with my own. When I finish cleaning you I reach up and untie your hands. You immediately push me down under you and kiss me hard and deeply tasting us both on my lips.

"You're next." You say smiling and reaching for the ties, "Lay down on you stomach on the bed, hold your hands above your head, and open your legs," You order me. I lie down on the bed and spread myself. You stand over me and grab one of my hands, tying it to the bedpost. With delicate care you move to the other side and tie my other hand as you did the first. Then you take my feet and tie them to the bedpost. I am securely held in place, unable to move at all. My cunt and asshole feel open and exposed to your whim.

You stand over me, admiring your work. "That's the way I like to see you, tied up and open to me. And I know you like it too, don't you slut?" you growl.

"Yes… yes I do." I reply. It feels good to be used by you, treated as your girl-toy.

"Now let’s get you prepared," you say in seductive tones. You go to the play chest and find an eight-inch dildo and three-inch butt plug. Without another word you shove three fingers deep into my already wet pussy and slowly finger fuck me. After a couple of minutes, you pull them out and say, "Look at how wet my fingers are. You are a horny slut!! Now clean my fingers for me." You take your dripping wet fingers and place them in my mouth. I suck on them, tasting our combined cum on your beautiful fingers. You stop and direct the dildo to my opening and feed it into my hungry vagina. It feels good as my cunt swallows it. I let out a low whimper and beg you as you begged me, "Please fuck me."

"Not yet slut, we haven't even started yet," you scold me.

You hold the butt plug and apply a liberal amount of lubricant to it. You gently spread my ass cheeks with one hand and slowly enter my asshole with the plug. My ass burns as it opens up, then settles down as it becomes accustomed to the intruder. I am fully stuffed and loving the feeling building within me.

"Now you look absolutely beautiful," you tell me, further admiring your work. "This is how you belong, tied up, and stuffed just like the slut that you are. Your round ass looks so perfect." My heart flutters at your words.

Without another word, you slap my ass hard with your bare hand, burning my cheek at the impact and making my pussy even wetter. "That's just for starters!" You then present our paddle in front of my face.

"You drained me so I'm going to make a sandwich for lunch. You wait here, I'll be back for you later," you joke. "Get a good look at that paddle, you'll feel more of it soon."

With that you walk away, closing the door. Immediately I am aware of the complete silence except for my own breathing and heartbeat. It is so eerie to be so completely immobile. I look at the paddle and my ass burns from the idea that it would be slapping my round, sensitive cheeks soon.

My leg itches, but I am unable to scratch. Slowly it grows to torture, then dies away, only to be replaced by another itch on my arm. The cycle continues endlessly, driving me crazy with the urge to scratch, yet unable to do even that simple task.

My pussy and asshole scream for relief too, yet I am unable to do that. I try to rotate my hips to move the dildo and butt plug, yet to no avail. It is maddeningly frustrating.

After what feels like an eternity, you return, a smile on your face. "Have you gotten to know the paddle, because your ass is going to become acquainted with it?" You snicker. You walk over to me and remove the paddle from in front of my face.

You slowly walk around me, looking down at me. Suddenly you strike my ass on my left cheek, pain burning into me. You strike me again, and again, alternating between butt cheeks. The pain pours into me, going right into the depths of my sex. It is excruciating and erotic all at the same time. After the fist half dozen slaps my mind wanders and focus’s on my pussy entirely. I am in Heaven and I know you are as aroused as I am.

Without warning you stop my beating. My ass glows from the heat of your impacts. I burn with desire to please you, and hope I am. "Look at that cute red ass of yours. It looks good enough to fuck. I think I will do just that."

You spread my ass and removed my butt plug. I ache from having it removed. I want it replaced. My pussy is soaked; I needed to serve you… please you… pleasure you.

You walk towards me, your big cock bouncing, your heavy balls ripe with fresh sperm. I desire you. I want you inside of me. You lube yourself up and straddle me. "Are you ready to be butt fucked, slut?”

"Please fuck me!!" I reply, with a sexual moan as I feel the tip of your manhood probe at my entrance.

Mmmmmmmmmm, that feels amazing. You can only groan in frustration because I have no hands with which to touch you and pull you into me. You tease me but refuse to penetrate me as I desire. Then you kiss me. Soft kisses, all over my face -- my mouth first of course, then my eyes, my neck and all along my jawline.

You return to my mouth and kiss me like a lover. Like a man who cannot sit still because he is so hard with his need for my body. To be inside me, thrusting against me. But instead you use your tongue on my skin. Down the center of my chest and then up and around my breast. You use your hand to hold me and lick my nipple, suck on it until it's as hard as you are, until it is as erect as your cock. I can feel your hips thrusting against the bed, against my leg and I'm getting more anxious to have you fuck me.

You ease down my stomach and spread my legs, touching me and you feel how wet I am for you. How slick my cunt is, how ready I am for you to be inside me. Still you refuse to penetrate me and, instead, use your fingers to stroke me, to make my body thrust against yours. I'm going to cum again and I want you to feel how my body shudders. I want you to hear me whimper your name when I cum.

I know you want to use your mouth on me; I can see that frustration on your face as your fingers continue to stroke me. You put your fingers in your mouth, tasting me, and then kiss me again. I want your tongue in my mouth before you put your cock inside me, driving me to a greater frenzy of need, the need to have your seed deep within me.

Hmmm, I want that right now, I think, but lick me first. Tell me why I should wait when I want you to fuck me right now. Hard and fast. Thrusting inside of me, deeper and deeper, making me scream your name as I cum again.

“I want you, I want you, I want you inside me. Everything else can wait. I cannot. Fuck me right now.”

You guide your erection, not to my pussy as I expected, but nuzzle it against my taboo hole. You’re going to fuck my ass first and place the tip at my tight opening. Slowly you slide it in, my ass hole opening to your tool. We both grunt as you force it all the way in, then slowly withdraw it. I cry out, no longer able to make words. I just whimper and moan as you use me as a toy. My pussy is drooling, now my ass is stuffed.

As you started to pump my ass with your cock, you lay down on top of me, my breasts pressing into the bed. I can feel my nipples grow hard as you use me. You grab my restrained hands and start biting my ear as I feel your hips rise and lower to fuck me.

You whisper in my ear as you fuck my ass, "You are such a whore, letting me butt fuck you. I love you for it." Your words strike my heart with a powerful force. I feel your love as you use me for your pleasure.

You continue to fuck me, my orgasm rising like a tide. You sense me close to orgasm and quicken your speed, slamming into my ass. Just as I am ready to let go you stop. I fee the emptiness in my bowels as you withdraw from my gaping hole. I beg for you to continue but you have other ideas.

You deftly release the ties and roll me onto my back before securig me in this new position.

This time there is no foreplay, you put my legs up over your shoulders and slam your cock into my pussy as hard as you can. I am so wet that you'll slide right in. As deep in me as you can go. And ride me until I stop talking to you. Until I am so breathless that I can only gasp, pulling against the ties that hold me here, unable to touch you. Unable to dig my fingers into your ass, pulling/pushing you deeper into me. Holding you there when you cum inside me. Pouring yourself into me. Crying my name as you cum. Only this time you groan it, your mouth against the skin of my calf. Biting me as you cum inside me. And I'm whimpering your name, unable to hold onto any other thought in my head except for the absolute pleasure of you fucking me.

I cum in several waves, each more powerful than the other. I let out a yelp at each one. As I peaked I went limp, unable to think rationally. But slowly my world returns. I feel ou pull your cock from me. I am so wet and so open, seeping your sperm down my thighs.

You untie me and take me into your arms. All I can do is whimper as you cuddle me. You take one of my breasts into your mouth and suckle, rocking me gently and telling me what a good girl I am.

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iwannabefemanizedfully

2 years ago

Can you describe in detail what it feels like physically & mentally for a man when he shoots his cum deep inside a tight warm wet pussy?

Interesting question, and not simple to answer. I can say what it’s like for me at least. When I climax there are a few phases to it. The initial ‘break’ when I can no longer hold back is intense, and comes after my cock has thickened and balls tightened. When I start to let go this calls into play most of the muscles of my abdomen and lower, tensing to support me. It’s mostly physical at that point though, outside of any rough mental play that might have been leading up to it.Once I start to climax I instinctively bury myself as deep as I can inside her, wanting to feel as much of her as I can wrapped around me. If I’m taking her from behind that means I grab both hands-full of her ass or hips and push deep; if I’m on top I envelope her, keeping her in place, nose to nose so I can watch her face as I claim her. Similarly if she is on top I draw her down to me, holding her body against mine as I cum.The rush comes next. I can feel the cum actually move up my shaft in strong pulses when I orgasm. I can feel each jet move from the base of my cock and run along the length and then release as my balls tighten and squeeze my seed into her. When I orgasm my cock, balls, abs, thighs, all come into play. This can go on for a while actually, what seems like minutes though I’m sure its only tens of seconds.When I fuck a woman I feel powerful of course, dominant. There is little that is more submissive in action than letting another person inside you. When I cum inside her though.. emotionally I feel like I own her. For that time, while I am inside her, feeling her body crushed against me, as well as feeling her from the inside, looking into her eyes while she accepts my cock inside her, pumping jet after jet of cum deep inside? I know with every fiber that, at that time, I absolutely own that woman.That is not to say I think I own her in actuality, once I pull out I don’t expect her to be some sex slave for life (but I’d probably not turn that down). It’s the feeling I have during those moments: I own her, she is mine in totality, she accepts that, and has given herself over to me.

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iwannabefemanizedfully

2 months ago

So true every time I look at a woman or a girl I imagine myself as them of the life I could live of the sex. I could have as a woman having periods getting pregnant lactating having my belly swell with my man’s baby. I so wish I’ve been born as a woman.

I so wish I was a woman and could find a black man to breed me over and over and over