Vry Much So High On My Own. Being The Neediest Littl Girl By Leaving The Windows Open. I Just Get So

vry much so high on my own. being the neediest littl girl by leaving the windows open. i just get so warm after smoking and have to take everything off…nd of course i need some air too ><

the thought of someone sneaking n though. i’d risk it all for some mnd shattering head…i’d be the most obedient, pliant, high little perv for you

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…

“my apologies for what i’m about to do to you”

then it’s the most toe curling, mind blowing, word stealing, primal play scene

whenever a hard limit slowly turns into a soft limit, i feel like i should be given head pats for succumbing to corruption and a life with more pleasure ^^

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.

i want to fuck a professor so bad. i’m not sure i’ve ever told, but i’ve had multiple male professors look at me with “fuck me” eyes. a lot of lingering stares at my thighs and chest. and even a professor helping a ta attempt to “get with me.” so i know i can make this a reality before i graduate, since it’s taken 9 months to realize this…

like damn, i could have totally been their slut right now. like i could be manipulated hard enough to be an in house toy. god, do i want that….