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turns me on how much of a pathetic mess you become over my voice.. one “good girl” and you’re wet as fuck ready to bounce on it like a slut in heat

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little miss gets wet from getting reassurance

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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

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i love my bedroom it’s awesome here. it even has bed. and blanky.

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blood test came back haunted

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i love you skin strokes i love you intertwined fingers i love you entangling your hands through someone’s hair i love you sitting so close to each other that you’re touching i love you mindless side hugs i love you soft touches i love you casual intimacy

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paura nella città dei morti viventi (1980), dir. lucio fulci

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i wanna be the reason why it’s hard for you to get outta bed in the morning by being cute and sweet and pulling you back under the covers with me

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sorry i got hard when your shirt rode up a little and showed off your tummy. its cause i wanted to get you pregnant

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There’s something so fun about casual inspection with subs who are needy all the time.

Like walking up to them and asking if you can take a quick peak and immediately seeing them go red. Pulling the waistband of their underwear away from their skin and peaking in, seeing aroused parts all needy and desperate, clearly turned on long before I even spoke to them, seeing how flustered and embarrassed they get. Getting permission to reach in and feel how hard or wet or desperate they are, licking my hand afterwards to taste how much they were thinking of me. Asking if I can feel their chest and having my thumbs find hard nipples, desperate to be tweaked and pinched. Getting to hear desperate whines, wanting me to touch them more so so badly, but I just walk away, leaving them even more desperate than before.

I’d love to repeat the cycle over and over few hours and see just how worked up I can get them before I relieve them.

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rejection sensitivity is so fucking lame. like boo hoo look at me i felt mildly ignored for 30 seconds and already started planning my own funeral liKE BITCH CHILL it was never that serious

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Relax

Breathe in... breathe out. Good. Just relax for me for a second. Don't worry, the world can wait. The world can always wait.

Picture yourself in a warm, gentle pool. Floating. Just drifting along. There is nothing you need to do. Nowhere you need to be but here. So let go of any pesky ideas and plans and obligations, just for a bit.

Relax your face. Your jaw. Let your lips part.

Enjoy how relaxing this break it. Just linger in it. Let yourself relax deeper and deeper.

Float along. Focus on your pussy. How good it feels to touch it. How it gets so warm, so nice whenever you relax and let it take control.

You don't need to choose anything. You only need to be. And it's so simple, so easy and feels so good to be told what to do. Who to be.

Relax. Let yourself go so, so soft. So malleable... like clay to be molded and reshaped into whatever is most desirable. And it feels so amazing to be desirable...

Feel how wet you're wetting. Enjoy it. Let yourself drift in the pleasure. It feels good be remade. It feels good to obey. It feels good to go deeper and deeper...

Let yourself open up. Let every word just go deep inside you so, so easily... almost like you're made of vapor, twirling in the air, slowly and gently spinning in a spiral... deeper and deeper...

And every word is true. Is so simply true. It's just so. You don't need to fight. You don't want to fight. Better to float and let go...

it feels so sexy to obey. You feel so sexy when you obey. It feels so amazing to just do as you're told. No thought. No need to choose. The words are your actions. My desire is your pleasure.

You feel it so deeply, now. Deep inside you. Coming from the base of your spine, tingling on your skin. You feel so needy... you want to be told what to do. You want to be told who to be. What to think. What to believe. Easier to obey. Obedience is pleasure.

So open, now. So ready to let anything take root inside you, to believe so fully, to accept it so totally...

You know you are so slutty. You've always been so slutty. Showing off feels so good. Attention feels so good... Eyes on you feel as good as fingers caressing your neck...

Your body needs to be shown off. Your body needs to obey. Your body needs to make others cum. It's the bestest feeling in the world. The ultimate compliment. The proof you're a good girl.

You don't need to think. You don't need to choose. An obedient life is a happy life. A slutty life is a fun life. Deeper and deeper... hornier and hornier...

Drifting in a sea of pure pink pleasure. So dumb. So relaxed. So sexy. So horny. So slutty. So needy.

Obedience is pleasure. The words are your actions. Instant obedience is just natural.

Now, drool.

Good girl!

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laughing uncontrollably together is a top tier love language

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Femme with an oral fixation that begs her Butch to be fucked in the car but settles for taking her butche’s fingers in her mouth and sucking them until they get home