Filed under things that basically play on a loop in my head.
breathplay
please don’t stop.
don’t stop until you’re drained,
until you feel like fruit in the sun
until the you in me is significant by volume
Please remind me to tell y’all about a certain experience I recently had with a bad, bad man in an elevator.
This is what it would look like if Sir and I made porn.
He gets a little cocky when he’s mixing drinks. He’s in a different element.
I won’t even pretend for a second that I don’t like that.
And this is how to negotiate consent mid-scene. HOT. AS. FUCK.
Guys, talking about consent and “how everything’s going” is just as important during a scene as it is before. And it doesn’t have to feel like a chore, it can be really sexy.
He likes fucking me like this
folding me up all tiny
and making me feel helpless and small.
He says he has this fantasy of whoring me out. I’ll admit that maybe, just maybe, I’ve got a little bit of a fantasy about it, too.
“How much would it cost?” I asked.
He smiled, “two hundred dollars.”
“Two hundred dollars?” I exclaimed. “That’s so inexpensive.”
The thing is that making it ridiculously cheap turns him on. He likes the degradation of it. On the other hand, I prefer to feel special and expensive and precious.
“Fine, how much do you think it’s worth?” he asked.
I huffed. “Four million.”
“Nobody pays a four million dollars for that, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “He’ll probably only take ten minutes once he gets his hands on you, anyway."
"And what if he wants an hour?” I pouted.
He smirked. “Nah. Still two hundred.”
Yesterday, he grabbed me a little like this and dipped me down so my head hung over the side of the bed.
I rubbed my clit while I licked and sucked his cock, letting him thrust and fuck my face as I did. He shoved so deep into my throat that his scrotum blocked my nostrils, completely cutting off my breath. When he pulled back, I coughed and sucked in air hungrily.
But I still let him keep doing it over and over.
Yesokaywhateveryouwant.