You, Me And That Breeding Kink Of Yours.

I genuinely (and I cannot express this enough) need to be fucked into the mattress, filled with cum and have it fucked back into me with another load.

​sigh. ya know, this would be more fun for me if i drove you up to a secluded stretch of forest, gave you a crude map of nearby waterways, patted you down for weapons, and gave you an analog watch with a timer for how long your head start will be before i calmly begin hunting you. and it’s your choice, really. when i cut the duct tape off your wrists and ankles and tell you to get going, you can choose to waste your time with an attempt to subdue me, plead with me to let you go, decide you’re above participation. don’t be stupid and waste your own time, pet. i’ll end up on top of you with my fingers around your throat and all of my length buried in you while you thrash and cry regardless of what you do. there is no way out of this but i like to think of myself as somewhat kind, and so you do have some agency here. it’s up to you how you want things to go prior to my arm wrapping around your middle and throwing you against the warm earth. ripping your clothes off just enough to get inside you as you’re wondering what that ringing noise in your ears is and if the impact of skull to tree roots is enough to cause a concussion. incapacitated and soft underneath me. willing flesh begging to be torn apart and abused. yes i will ravage you, but you’ll have a choice in how i manage it, as all darling deer in my woods should

You need to be used this morning

Every morning. Every afternoon. Every night. 😈

Part 3, ARE YOU KIDDING ME 🥵

The fire, the passion, the desire. Im completely enthralled with your writing. You officially have me edging myself, waiting for more. Needing more.

After a long day, you get to come home finally. You’ve been squirmy all night, ready to be touched. You want touched, kissed, and to be fucked and tasted. Truth is…I’ve been waiting for you, too. It’s dark in the house. Candles are lit and their scent reaches your nose. The scent and the dim, flickering light relaxes you.

You take a few steps forward, wondering where I might be. You take a deep breath, wondering.

“I’ve been waiting for you, beautiful,” you hear from behind you. My arms slip around you, hugging you from behind. I kiss you on the cheek. Then down back to where your neck reaches to your ears.

I place kisses there as well, then dot them along your jaw. With one hand I turn your face toward me and capture your lips with mine. Soft at first, gentle. My tongue reaches out to yours and soon I can feel that fire within you growing.

My other hand roams about, gently touching you outside your clothes. I mold my body against yours, and you feel me close behind you. My arms pull you tight as the kiss becomes stronger, more passionate. I can feel the need in you.

One hand skirts across your chest and down. You push back, your butt wiggling against me. You must feel how hard I am against you. You whimper in need.

“Mmmm. I’ve missed you. Your little giggles. Your scent,” I say, breathing in deeply against your neck where it meets your shoulder. Then exhaling. The feel of it makes you sigh.“Your taste,” I say, kissing along your collarbone. With a moan, I punctuate, “your sounds.”

I watch your shadow dance along the wall, wavering in the candlelight. I know you’ve been stressed today, so my hands move up to your shoulders, kneading lightly, then softly massaging, dancing across your back. Up and down. I listen to your breathing. After a few moments, I lift your shirt up. The expanse of your back is exposed to me. Soon, you anticipate, all of you will be. I move your hair to the side. I kiss the back of your neck.I lift the shirt up and off your shoulders.

My hands roam across your sides, skirting up front. Wandering close to your breast. To tease, I run one hand across it, the thumb trailing ever so slow across your nipple. Then they resume their dance. My hands skirt the hem of your pants, and you move, trying to encourage them to stray lower.

Meanwhile, my lips capture your ears. Licking gently across your lobe before kissing hard against your neck. I can feel the effect it has on you.

I pull you close against me by your hips and buck forward, eager to feel your skin against mine.

My hands are in your hair. I love the feel of it in my hands. Fingers snaking through it, massaging your scalp. Calming you. You know you’re safe in my hands. Well…safe from danger. I may torture you a bit. Teasing, tantalizing torture…

A finger traces your jawline, then up to your lips. Courting the contours of those luscious, kissing curves. Your lips part, inviting me in. The finger lingers, touching your tongue gently. You nurse it, suckling lightly. You can hear my moan as you feel it against your shoulder. My mouth there, sighing, then licking.

I trail that finger down, leaving your mouth pouting and wanting more. The slick fingertip finds your breast, circling, then closing in on your nipple. It stiffens almost immediately. Your back arches and at the same time, my teeth trail lightly across your neck.

Another deep breath from both of us. “Your shadow looks so good there, writhing on the walls. The floors. Almost as good as you would.” With a light pinch, I can almost feel the sensation running through your body.

Curious, I reach low, caressing across your chest, down across your stomach, and descend beneath the hem of the only barrier between us. My hand moves slow. I can feel you press forward, eager to feel me touch you.

I do.

My fingers crawl to you. Feeling the heat as they barely touch your mound. Then lower, as they skirt across your lips, touching the silky smooth center.

“Mmm,” I moan. “You’re so wet.” Your moans signal your surprise. You didn’t think I’d touch you. Not so soon.

But your torture…has just begun….

My finger reaches in. Upward, deeply inside you. Inside, you’re on fire. You begin to move against me. Searching for that rhythm. My fingers crook against that spot inside of you, making you squirm. Just as you begin to get lost in the sensation, it’s gone. The fingers leaving you empty. Instead, they’re at my lips. I take a long, sensual lick, where I know you can see me. Then I offer you the slick digits, coated in your own nectar. I slip them into your mouth and moan at the sight of you tasting yourself.

“You taste so good,” I say with a smirk. Do  you have any idea how badly I want you now? I bet not. How I want to rip the fabric from your legs and dive inside of you? My mouth hungrily lapping at your sex? How I want to thrust inside you, ravenous with hunger? To join with you? To feel myself embedded inside you? Can you see that when I smirk and stare into those eyes?

The hunger is building. The fire rising in both of us. I turn your head, eager to share your taste on our lips. After a moment, fearing I’ll get lost in that kiss, I pull away.

Kneeling, I look up at you. I kiss across one hip. Then across your belly to the other. My tongue makes its way across your hipbones then along the edge of your pants.

I kiss down the center. My mouth hovers just above your sex. Fabric and air keep me from devouring you. Nevertheless, I can smell you. The scent of your arousal is intoxicating.

I push closer, my mouth pressing against your mound, veiled by the thin fabric. I can feel how you’ve soaked through it. I wonder if you can feel the heat of my breath.

I kiss you hard through the fabric, the pressure focused against your clit.

After a minute, my hands reach up and start to peel the fabric down. Your hips are revealed, then your thighs. Your legs clear the pants and I toss them away. Finally I can see the junction between your thighs. That altar I want to worship at.

I know you feel exposed. Torn between wanting to cover up and hide from my gaze and craving my tongue against your skin.

Your desire overcomes. I move closer, until I know you must feel my breath on your skin. I wait for a moment. You move, I meet you. You smell divine. My tongue stretches out, giving a long, flat lick across your center. One. Two. Three. Your sounds feed my desire. But I pull away, pausing. Your hands reach for me, ready to pull me back where you crave me.

Instead, my hands dart out, grasping your wrists. I stand, moving forward. I kiss your lips softly after rising. With your hands in mine, I lead you to a different part of the room.

I marvel at the way you look amid the flames. The candlelight drawing beautiful patterns of shadow across your skin. Your skin flushed with desire. With craving.

I reach behind you and produce a soft black object. A blindfold.

You seem a bit hesitant at first, but after feeling my hands in yours and a gentle reassurance from me, you’re ready. You know I will not harm you. You trust me. You know I will keep you safe.

I put it into place. It is soft against your skin. But the darkness is jarring at first. I ground you with my touch. With my voice. I hold you tightly in my arms. I kiss you.

I kiss you all over. My lips, teeth, and tongue travel in tandem. Peppering kisses and nibbles along your neck. You cannot see, but you can hear. You can feel. You can smell. Your hands reach out, try to direct me. Again I snatch them. Reaching upward, I take your arms along with me. I hold them both together over your head with one hand. I kiss at each of your wrists. Then down along your arms. Your shoulders. Your neck and lips.

As I do, you feel a sensation. Somewhat soft, yet supple. It trails across your skin as I kiss you. My free hand must carry this material as the other holds your wrists. I trail it across your body. Your legs, your hips. Up across your stomach, lingering.

Finally my focus is upon your wrists once more. You feel the rope looping around your wrists, binding them together and up above your head. Not too tight, but tight enough. You whimper in frustration and arousal. You are at my mercy now. And you know we're just getting started....

I. Need. Those. Hands. All. Over. Me. AND. IN. ME. NOWWWWWW. 🤌🤌

Thanks.

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One for the hand fans out there.

I don't want a nonchalant partner. If I send you a selfie and you're not going feral, if your hand isn't immediately making its way down to your pants, if you're not sending voice notes about how bad you want me, then what's the point?

My dick keeps dripping because of you

Fuck. That's hot 🥵

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