Urgh Im Horny And I Cant Sleep And I Keep Thinking About What Couldve Been With That Sweet Sweet Honeyboy

urgh I’m horny and I can’t sleep and I keep thinking about what could’ve been with that sweet sweet honeyboy I met a while ago…

he was so soft and bashful, would inch closer and closer to saying something daring only to lose courage in the last second, averting his gaze, smiling so wonderfully. he looked so good, all flushed, a silly little giggle hidden in the corners of his lips, begging me to do something.

oh how I enjoyed teasing him, giving him just a little every time he let disappointment creep into his shoulders, so he would gaze at me so woefully. he thought he was corrupting me. oh if only he knew. but I hadn’t felt so thoroughly seduced in a long while, I’d have given him anything he asked for, if only he would have.

but he couldn’t bring up the courage to ask, instead tried to stay as far away from me as possible when I slept over, in his bed, in his clothes, in his sheets. oh my poor sweet sweet baby fell asleep at the other end of the bed only to wake up curled around me, pressed against me, so close to rutting, grinding against my perfect butt.

oh how I wish he would’ve. how I wish he lost control and started rubbing himself against me in earnest, I can imagine his soft whines, his desperate sobs of finally giving in to temptation, relief and torture both after waiting all evening. oh how I wish he would have so I could have pretended to let out soft moans in my sleep, swirling my hips back just so, only to pretend to wake up, scandalised “what are you doing?”

oh how I wish I could have pretended to be surprised, pretended to be all sleepy only to let that dark smile fall over me “aw, look at you, aren’t you just so pathetic, darling boy? so desperate that you rut against me, couldn’t hold back anymore, huh? so needy that you couldn’t ask permission, couldn’t even wait for me to wake up?”

I’d have gripped his chin in one hand, squishing his cheeks, and have gripped his cockhead in the other, just that side of too tight. I bet he’d have looked at me with half-lidded eyes, feeling both ashamed and horny, so horny… “couldn’t keep your cock in your own pants bunny? had to just take it out and start humping? oh sweet…I thought you’d be better behaved.”

I’d have started gliding my fist up and down his cock, always a little too tight or a little too lose, only one or two perfect strokes in between so he’d know it was on purpose. I’d have had to suppress a moan at hearing him whine and plead. I’d have slipped out of his sleeping pants, pushed my panties aside and I would’ve smeared my wet pussy all along his thigh showing him “look at what you’re missing now… if only you’d been a well-behaved pup you could’ve had everything you wanted.

I would’ve made him redeem himself by eating me out until I’d come, getting off at seeing his drooly cock weeping into the sheets, untouched. And finally, finally I’d have let him fuck me from behind, let him do all the work “ah bunny is trying so hard aren’t you? trying so hard not to come immediately baby? but you know the rules, lovely, don’t you? and you want to be a good boy for me, don’t you?”

he obviously wouldn’t have managed to make me come again as wound up as he would’ve been and I’d have had such an amazing time making him come all over again and again and again for good measure. his eyes would’ve been so puffy from crying and I bet he would have been more beautiful than many a painting in a museum…

but alas, he never asked and didn’t give in and then moved across the world a few days later, leaving me wet and horny and desperate to make him cry…

Making sure she knows her place <3

Credit: bysophia_xx on reddit

missionary where your hands are cuffed above you, and your lover is leaning over you with a possessive hand holding your jaw, their thrusts slow. every time he pulls out he watches your face curiously, and every time he pushes back in he smiles as it pulls a cry out of you. they've got a feral look in their eye as they ask you, "yeah? right there, baby? that feel good kitten?" and you just have to gasp and whimper and take it and

Don't you just love that gentle type of dominance that has you falling into a pliant headspace without you even realising it? The soft but firm and guiding touches, the low, patient voice of your dom as they ask you about your day or praise you for anything at all?

shhh, just open your mouth.  my little love had such a tiring day, didn't they? can you open for me? there we go. isn’t this so much better… just focus on my fingers pretty

Just so we're clear if you give me a piece of your clothing, I will go into some feral heat and fuck myself ass up with my face drooling against it.

It's not my fault you smell so good...