Would Love To Be Held Down And Edged To An Exhausting Orgasm At Night After Having An Overstimulating

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ﾟlobotomise me please

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i can’t stop thinking about being fucked in missionary. not just normal missionary - but having him knelt between my thighs holding me up by my knees whilst he brutally fucks me. no matter how overstimulated i am or how much i cry for him to slow down. i want to be forced to have my mind erased by the overwhelming feeling of pure ecstasy

أنا كلبة في حالة شبق

My Toy

Her breath stuttered, and she turned her face away, her cheeks flushing as much from the sting of his words as from the heat of his body pressing against hers. But he didn’t let her hide. He caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at him. “Eyes on me,” he commanded, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch but soft enough to keep her from breaking. “I want to see every little thing that happens to you.”

She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. She wasn’t sure if she could hold his gaze, but when she tried to look away again, he tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her skin just enough to make her gasp. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his voice a dangerous purr. “You’re mine tonight. Every whimper, every tear—it all belongs to me.”

Her lower lip quivered, and she nodded, her body already responding to the promise in his voice. He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that made her stomach flip. “Good girl,” he praised again, his voice softer this time, almost tender. But she knew better. She knew the tenderness was just the calm before the storm.

He released her chin, trailing his fingers down her throat, over her collarbone, and down to the hem of her shirt. He didn’t rush, didn’t tear it off her the way she half-expected him to. Instead, he took his time, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that made her feel like she was unraveling. “You’re so fucking sensitive,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already a mess.”

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. But he wasn’t having it. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Let me hear you. I want to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”

The sound that escaped her was barely more than a whimper, but it was enough to make him smile. “There we go,” he said, his voice dark with satisfaction. He tugged her shirt off, tossing it aside, and then his hands were on her again, his fingers skimming over her skin in a way that made her shiver. He paused when he reached her breasts, his fingers tracing the curve of them before he leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin in a way that made her gasp.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Every inch of you”

really wanting my clit to be overstimulated right now, holding a vibrator to it until it runs out of charge - slapping it when i feel close so that i cum to pain

“Not now baby, I’m tired.” I groan, burying my face into the pillows.

“I know sweetheart. I know. Just- here just hold- theeeere you go…”

I whine gently as I feel you slip off my soft little pyjama bottoms, your big warm hands running up the backs of my legs.

“I don’t want t-” My complaint is cut short by a squeal as your hand cracks down on the round curve of my ass. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Your hand covers my mouth, yanking my pretty face up out of its hiding place just at the same moment as your big, thick cock pushes its way inside me.

“Mmh! N- n- nnnnn…”

“God, you’re so wet.” Your voice is right by my ear, your cock stretching out my tight little holes.

Pounding into me. Over and over again. Harder and harder. Making me scream. Making me cry.

“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up and take my cock.” My moans are muffled against your palm, my tears rolling down over your fingers as they dig into the sides of my face.

can i just have my bad mood fucked out of me? please?

wanna do this on @beuclair :3

tips for safer/more pleasurable BDSM play :3

1. Ensure Consent (obviously)

Consent is agreeing to engage with an understanding of what’s going to happen, with whom it’s going to happen, and the potential risks. Consent can only be given free of coercion, manipulation, or pressure.

2. Set Boundaries (duh)

For people who may be new to BDSM, there may not yet be a clear sense of what boundaries are needed.

3. Stay Sober (unless you’re into it)

Some people may feel nervous and want to have a drink or a toke to take the edge off. This can dull the senses and make it more difficult to know when either you or a partner is reaching their limit. BDSM is about getting into another headspace to fully explore one’s sexuality – allow yourself to be fully present for it

4. Establish Safe-words and Gestures (must have)

A safe word is an agreed upon term that, when used, will immediately cease all activities and prompt a check-in. It’s also a good idea to have a safe gesture, especially when play involves restriction of speech or air. When thinking about what this might be, imagine the types of scenes where this would be relevant.

5. Traffic Light System (useful)

Green light indicates that everything is good and can continue. Yellow means that someone is nearing their limit and may need to slow down but doesn’t need to stop. Red light is a hard stop at least to check in, and possibly to end the scene.

6. Aftercare (always, always, always do this)

We sometimes get so focused on the ‘main event’ that we don’t think through to the end. BDSM practices can bring up significant feelings for many people. Think about what you’ll need when the scene is over and make this a part of the agreement. Some people want to be cuddled or held, others may want food or water

7. Take Time To Reflect (either self, or together)

BDSM practices may bring out parts of you that you weren’t aware of before. Take some time to reflect on scenes and your experience of them.

8. Revisit Agreements (things do change)

As our awareness of ourselves and our interests grows, so might our willingness to explore. Be open to revisit or revise agreements with a play partner as needed.

the touch starved mood

would i look prettier with a bullet through my head or a bullet pressed to my clit?