Scientists Should Study What Happens In Your Brain Chemistry When Your Lover Whispers Mine Into Your

scientists should study what happens in your brain chemistry when your lover whispers “mine” into your pussy while tonguing your clit. yeah

call me a normie but there’s nothing hotter than when you tell someone you love them and it pushes them over the edge. they’re close and you’re looking in each others eyes holding onto one another for dear life, can’t bear to pull away from any place where your skin meets, you’re on top of them and you’re taking them and you give them a sweet moan and they shiver and you say “oh my god, ohfuck ohmygod i love you.” and you feel them come into the strap, inside you, feel them fill you up, they fall into pleasure and they take you with them and you’re clenching and pulsing on them and they feel it and moan and it pushes them deeper into orgasm and you dig your nails into them. “yes baby. yes. yes. take it. it’s yours.” and you feel it course through them and they ride it out, grinding into the strap, pushing it deeper into you, until you’re both laying in a pile of togetherness and you can’t tell where you stop and they begin and you’re both panting and in a minute one of you is gonna have to get some water but right this second there’s nothing on earth that’s more important than the holy closeness you share.

rubbing his tummy and telling him what a good job he’s doing while he’s crying pretty little tears because my cock is pressed right up against his cervix

Having a clit sucker locked on your painfully overstimulated clit under a belt so your Dom can turn it on to correct your behaviour like a shock collar

Clit so over sensitive that every time he turns it on to the highest setting without warning your eyes roll up into your head and you fall to the floor trying desperately to pull your hips away from the assaulting pleasure and pain

Thinking about hate sex.. pinning them helplessly under me and watching the fight leave their eyes as I push into them, seeing them realize how fucking good it feels. Watching the fear in their face when they realize that they need me, and no matter how much they hate me, they need me to fuck them even more.

Talking them through it so sweetly. See, doesn't that feel better? Aren't you glad you gave in when you did? Pulling their face back to me when they turn away. No, sweet thing. I need you to look at me. Look at me or I stop moving. That's better. I need to know that it's me you're thinking about. And it is me they're thinking about. Even if their gaze is full of hate and they're gritting their teeth and digging their nails into me like they want me to bleed.

Fucking them until they fall apart under me and they can't help but moan. Their touch gets softer and they start to rock into me and they forget all about how much they hated me a second ago because it feels so, so good..

When you wear a collar and someone grabs it🥲