So Needyyy I Want Someone In My Inbox To Give Me Orders, Tell Me What They Like, Tell Me What They Want

So needyyy I want someone in my inbox to give me orders, tell me what they like, tell me what they want me to do, please please please please

Be careful of too much screen time. It can slow the brain - make it harder to think. Before you know it, you're just mindlessly staring. You couldn't look away even if you wanted to, no matter how tiring it is. Only keeping those sleepy eyelids open so you can continue to stare. And before you know it, you Drop.

trans orc boyfriend whose strong hips can support a huge squirting strap

on the bedside table, he's already laid out syringes of cumlube, so you know how much is going to be emptied inside of your hole, how much you're going to get filled up

he's slow to begin with, pushing inside you softly and gentle, stretching you out. once he's inside you to the base, he just stays there a while, lets you get used to the feeling of being filled up

when he starts to move, that's slow too, to begin with. he puts his fingers in your mouth as you whimper, whispers in your ear about how proud he is of you for taking the whole thing

and it's then he starts to move faster, quicker, harder, pushing inside you with that thick silicone cock. you can see your belly bulge, can feel the sweat dripping from his brow as he pounds into you

you're moaning, begging for him to come in you. he grins, flashing those sharp tusks, and reaches across for one of the syringes. he pushes it the moment it's hooked up to the tubing, and you feel your hole flooded with cum

and that's just one syringe. there's four more to go

robot girl gloryhole but it's just an internet connected toy that you can sync yourself to. theres lil stations all over the city with all manner of dicks and holes wired into the wall for people to fuck and if you're a robot you can log into them and let random strangers fuck you

sometimes your monster boyfriend goes slow with you. he’s still trying to court you, to woo you, to convince you to be his lifelong mate—and so he simply warms his heavy cock with you, sinking in and out a hair’s breadth at a time, exploring every place that makes you quake and moan. he milks each climax out of you, sopping them up until he can’t help himself. then he grinds deep, making sure you feel all of him, even the sweet kiss of his knot.

when you’re finally filled, he asks if this time, you’ll return to the woods with him.

the answer has always been yes.

love the idea of being gently drifted into obedience, into trance. just being spoken to so softly. it would feel so good to keep talking, right? the conversation is nice so it would be a shame to brat. suddenly you find yourself fuzzy. what were you going to say? it's ok, you don't have to remember. you're just listening now, you don't have to form thoughts properly. wouldn't it be so easy just to listen? just to be good? wouldn't it be easier just to obey?