I Stay The Night At Your Place Because I'm Too Drunk To Get Home Safely & You're A Good Friend. Such

i stay the night at your place because i'm too drunk to get home safely & you're a good friend. such a good friend that you offer to share your bed with me, and i can't help but smile at that, at how nice you are.

when we're getting into bed you drop your pants, throw off your top, & when you notice me watching, surprised, you say make yourself at home. you know i don't sleep with pants on so you patiently wait for me to take them off before patting the bed, inviting me in.

it's not long before i fall asleep, exhausted from a stressful week and aaaall the booze you encouraged me to drink. and something feels good. wet dream, fucking up into someone's hot mouth and—

"hey sleepyhead. you weren't supposed to wake up yet."

it takes a second for me to realize that's your mouth latched to my dick, and i try to shove you off but i'm slow, sleepy, and fucking hard.

you simply climb on top of me, sink your tight wet hole down on my cock and listen to the way i moan, voice still heavy with sleep. you fuck yourself on me and it's good, so good that i start lazily fucking up into you, unable to resist with the way your hole's squeezing and milking me.

when i cum it's loud, groaning while i rut into you. even still half-asleep, i reach out to touch you, and you practically yelp with surprise when i grab your hips and yank you down, rolling on top of you. you haven't cum yet— not that i know of— and i'm gonna set the record straight.

"c'mon, sweetheart. you can take it for me."

and in the dark i can't see the way you smirk. you got exactly what you wanted, after all.

When you're yearning to be collared and leashed, it's a natural response to find yourself thinking and behaving more submissively.

If someone asks you to fetch them a drink or snack, you don't need to think about the flutter in your heart or the throbbing between your legs at being ordered around. By the time you realize you've felt those things, you're already handing them what they asked for.

If you're told to drop down to your knees and reach under the couch to grab something, there's no reason to question why you can't help but wonder "are they looking at my ass? Do they like it? Am I doing well?" It's not long before you find yourself swaying your hips and hoping they can't see you blushing.

And if someone snaps their fingers, pats their leg, and tells you to come get your treat while unzipping their pants... As your mind clouds over with a warm, gentle, horny fog, and you crawl towards them, already drooling and panting...

Well, you can't help your natural response, can you, puppy?

what's that called? when a dom just can't help but be vocal about how badly they want you. when they just keep grunting in your ear, when they talk to you, telling you how hard and wet you're making them, when they describe how you're making them feel. doms who forgive so easily when you misbehave, because you're just their lovely thing. doms who make you look at yourselves in the mirror, whispering all the filthiest details of what they want to do to you. doms who keep fucking you after you came, or hell, after they came, because you feel too good and they just can't stop.

needy doms. yeah that one. i want that one.

praise

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awww, puppy you know I can’t keep my hands off you in the club. you look so good and no one’s paying us any attention. such a tempting little outfit, your hips are practically begging to be grabbed. brushing my hand against the small of your back just to see you twitch from the slight contact. bet you’d let me touch you right here in this club. fuck, you look so needy, the alcohol blurring your gaze. awww, you like this song? hm? cmere, dance on me. arch your back and grind against my lap. that’s it, you’re doing so well for me. what’s that in my dress? oh sweetheart, don’t worry about it. just keep bouncing that pretty ass right up on me. here, get nice and close and stay real still for me, I’ve got a surprise for you...