The Depravity In My Brain Reaches A New Level When All I Can Think About Is Being Owned My An Older Couple

the depravity in my brain reaches a new level when all i can think about is being owned my an older couple…

it starting off as an unconventional friendship with the wife. she just thought i looked so cute being the counter at the cafe. and the way my features would scrunch up, how i bit my lip and stepped back to hold my chest whenever i got flustered with the amount of orders. it was just all too sweet and innocent…

so of course she started to come by more often. tipping more then needed, and staying behind for chats. it would became so in-betted in my everyday routine that I’d start to crave it. my days just weren’t complete if I didn’t work a shift to see my favorite regular.

eventually all our chatting would lead to mindless flirting. I mean, how could I not when such a friendly smile was thrown my way by such a stunning older woman. older woman were already my weakness, and you’d notice. you’d catch how I’d pay more attention to the milf while she ordered for her family. Or how my eyes would linger a bit lower when an older woman left. really, I was just making it too easy. and you were just too perfect to ignore.

so, why would I ever turn you down when you invited me over for one of those family dinners you’d spoken about. more time with my favorite regular…no, somehow you’d claimed your spot as my favorite person without me even noticing it. even when I had found myself ignoring the second car in the driveway, only focusing on how I’d get to see you…even then I hadn’t really just how control you had over me.

I just followed blindly, wholeheartedly, submissively into your dining room. I wasn’t much of a drinker, but as conversation flowed, I found myself reaching for my flute that seems to never run low. it was hard to even distinguish how far I had gone, when you were so receptive and lively in the conversation. it is just…i can’t think about anything but you. should that have been my sign to leave? or should it have been when I felt hands massaging my back, and never questioned to look up because your eyes had me.

i didn’t think about how i didn’t even get a hello out, but this man—i’d be damn to ask if he’s your husband. i wouldn’t want to know that. so I just nodded along to introductions. I am only focused on you and how your legs revealed from the slit of your ‘casual dress’ as you got up from your chair. I only focused on the feels of your hands on my skin as you guided my unstable legs up your stairs and towards your bedroom. Nevermind the footsteps behind us…all I could see was you…

wanna put on some pretty lingerie and sit on your lap, watch you squirm as i tell you to not touch and kiss up your neck and jaw, dragging my nails up and down your body so gently. i want to see you get desperate and whine, and then grab your hands and guide them up to my chest, whisper that you’ve been so good, hm? and bring one of your hands down to let you feel how wet i am for you. i’ll let you have your way with me then, and ravish me completely for being so good.

when your friends constantly try to get you to break up bc they see the bruises, and how you flinch when they stroke your hair, or how your clothes have gotten shorter since dating them. but you swear with all of your being that you’ve never felt happier. and mean it <3

welcome ^-^

Hello, I’m Josie (they/she) and welcome to my account. A bit more about me, which may not be listed otherwise:

Femme Presenting, Vers , Switch 

Afro-latina 

Autistic + OCD

I want to first start off with a disclaimer! This account is primarily based off of intrusive thought-based fantasies. Meaning that a majority of what I will post on this account—I do not practice. These are but ‘fantasies,’ that at times do work as stimuli, but would fall within my hard (and occasionally soft) limits. These kinks fall in line with themes of cnc, fear play, orientation play, nudes are a hard no, and etc. 

With that being said, please refrain from messaging me in strict correlation to these kinks. I am open to talking them over, occasionally, but would rather not engage with them in any capacity. This is simply a place for me to jot down my intrusive thoughts safely and bring them back to my psychiatrist. 

That being said, I am still quite the kinky person-naturally. Kinks that I do absolutely adore would be:

soft domination++++, praise, pet play, dumbification, fauxcest, sadomasochism, primal play (mask+++), intoxication play, mind conditioning, and a huge voice fetish. 

sfw: age regression + caregiver

As for some personal interest, since I would love to make some friends ^ ^ :

• ‘adult’ cartoons, cats, cars, literature and poetry, movies (my letterbox is…questionable), music, ballistic medicine / spirituality

 - Will Update As Needed - 

me: *emotionally shut off to men because they always take advantage of my naivety*

also me: *has a corruption/grooming kink*

i don’t know where i remember reading this, but the words “my daddy issues is what keeps me from being a full lesbian” makes a bit too much sense…

because on the day to day, i’m only ever thinking of women romantically. but!

something about an older man with kink education, a soft voice, and touch to match? wires are getting crossed in my head and suddenly i’m questioning if maybe there is an odd and tainted exception…