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I love a hyper masculine man whos secretly just a subby little boy. A man who has seemingly everything but just wants to be controlled, dominated, nutured, and cared for. A man who spends all his money on my clothes and shoes just to lay on the cold floor and beg me to step on him. Hmm. I love little boys who pretend to be so big and strong. It makes it that much better when they give in.

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Pulled away mid-makeout and jokingly said "but what if mom finds out" and she started kissing me twice as hard and moaning a lot. What does this mean chat?

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I love getting a quiet boy to finally start talking for you. He goes from silence out of nerves to getting me off with just his words.

Young, innocent thing, deep inside me.

Gasping, "I'll be a good little boy for you" in my ear over and over.

"I just want to make you cum mommy. I just want to make you cum."

Oh and he makes me cum so good. My little boy makes me cum the best.

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having my little boy cry out, “m-mom! no, stop!” as i make him cum would definitely make me so much worse

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Mm

the second she steps into the bedroom, you know. the game didn’t go well. she’s still in her oversized jersey, hair a little messy from running her hands through it, frustration written all over her face. But when she looks at you- dolled up in your little nightgown, legs tucked under you, book in your hands, waiting so pretty- something shifts.

she exhales, slow. bows over, runs a hand down your thigh, eyes dark. “princess,” she murmurs, voice thick. “can I use you?”

your stomach flips. you know what she means.

you bite your lip and meet her gaze with blown out eyes. “please,” you whisper, setting your book aside. “want you to, baby.”

that’s all it takes.

she groans, hauling you onto her lap, kissing you deep and messy. “always so fucking perfect for me,” she mutters, hands sliding under your nightgown, palming at your tits. „sitting here all dolled up, just waiting for me to take you apart, hmh?”

you nod,A whining into her mouth as she pulls you closer, making you grind against her. “knew you’d come,” you say breathlessly. “always do.”

“yeah? ‘cause you’re my good little bunny,” she breaths out, flips you onto your back, yanking your panties down. “all mine.”

and then she’s on her knees, dragging you to the edge of the bed, shoving your thighs apart.

“christ, baby,” she groans, eyes locked on you. “so wet already. so warm.” she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, another, breathing you in. “tastes so fucking good,” she murmurs before licking you up, slow and deep, groaning at the way you twitch under her tongue.

you whimper, hands tangling in her short hair, tugging her closer. she lets you, lets you guide her, moaning into you like the frustration made her starve for forever.

“fuck, princess,” she mutters against you, voice wrecked. “always so fucking sweet for me. letting me do whatever I want, letting me use you.”

“’m‘ yours,” you gasp, back arching. “all yours.” she groans, fingers sliding into you, pushing deep. “yeah, baby? gonna let me fuck you stupid?” you nod frantically, moaning as she curls her fingers, fucking into you hard, deep, the stretch making your eyes roll back. “oh my god- fuck- ” “that’s it, bunny,” she purrs, kissing your clit between words. “so good. so fucking good. so loose, taking me so well- ”

you sob, clenching around her fingers, legs shaking. she just laughs, breath hot against you. “needy little thing,” she murmurs. “can’t get enough, huh?”

and then she’s pulling back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes heavy-lidded as she climbs back on top of you.

“turn over, baby,” she murmurs, voice still thick with lust. “wanna take care of my pretty little wife.”

you whimper but obey, shivering as she presses kisses down your spine, dragging her strap between your slick folds. “gonna fuck you nice and deep, princess,” she whispers, lining up. “make you cum all over my cock. fill you up so good.” and then she’s sinking in, groaning at the way you squeeze around her, praising you the whole time- telling you how perfect you are, how beautiful, how you’re her best girl, her sweet little wife, her princess, her bunny.

and when it’s over, when you’re boneless and breathless, thighs shaking. she presses kisses all over your face, tucking you into her arms. “did so good for me, baby,” she murmured, stroking your hair. “so perfect.” you hum, nuzzling into her chest. “you’re not mad about the game anymore, right?” she laughs, squeezing you close. “nah,” she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “my princess always makes me feel better.”

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Casually ask him about his day just to shove your fingers in his mouth when he goes to speak.

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“you’re wet??? i have a knife pressed to your throat, and you’re wet?”

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Thinking about going out in a tiny dress on a cold night, walking the long way to enjoy the stars. Whiskey keeps me warm, and all I can hear are my heels clicking against the pavement.

Stopping to light a cigarette, I look up and lock eyes with a slender, tall man walking the opposite way. His mask from the cold covers everything but his eyes, his hands deep in his pockets. Dressed in all black, he almost looks like a shadow, or a trick of the eye.

But I see him, and he sees me. His eyes, deep and intense, stun me still. My heart races, my body intuitively picking up on the danger approaching. With wide eyes I try to call out, but he quickens his pace, grabbing me before I can stutter a sound.

My cigarette falls to the ground, his big hands wrap around my arms, picking me up and throwing me towards the nearest stack of cars.

I can't see much of him, and the street lights are out. His hands grab at my body, searching in the dark. A part of me wants to scream, another part can't help but be overcome by curiosity.

This man...his hands...his smell...those eyes.

All way too familiar, all way too comfortable.

My body reacted to him like an old lover, an old friend. I thought of all the times I'd sat across a man, vying for his attention only to be pushed aside. I remembered how many times I wished for someone to just take me. And here it was...

So I relaxed under his grip, one hand over my mouth and the other moving up my skirt and around my ass. I locked eyes with the man, bucking my hips slightly into his hand, kissing the one covering my mouth gently.

Confusion in his eyes quickly turned to anger, like he wanted to the fight, like he wanted me to hurt him. He pulls me up, opening my legs and keeping me up against a car with his body.

His cock is hard and so, so big as it grinds against my thong. He leans into my ear as he lines himself up to me, "I knew you wanted me."

Before I can mumble a sound, he slides into me, my cunt soaking wet and his cock so big and deep. My breath hitches, my hands gripping his strong arms. Why does that voice sound so familiar? I can't keep up with my own thoughts as he rocks into me, slow enough to keep quiet but hard enough to keep me trembling under his touch.

I groan, rocking back and forth with him, taking in his scent. I'd never been with a man so big before.

"Mmm I love how you feel." I mumble out under his hand, he let's my mouth go long enough to make me repeat.

"I...uhh love....how youu...mmm feel." I moan between strokes, his eyebrows furrowing, he's so quiet and scary, all I can do is watch him and try to read his eyes.

He pulls at my throat, going faster and faster.

"You're all I think about" he says with staggered breath, "every night, every day."

My pussy tightens around him, cumming hard and loud.

I want so badly to reach out and rip his mask off...

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are your dms open?

Yes. Fair warning lol

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such a good boy *pets you* ...yeah, so well-trained and obedient... *ruffles your hair and places kisses all over your pretty face* no thoughts in that pretty little head of yours, just dumb and pliant... *gently pushes you onto your back* my good boy... *breeds you until you're a whimpering mess* that's it...

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What if I let my sub tie me up? Think you can use your big boy brain long enough to get me off baby?

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Who can I do this to?

I have my checkup with the endocrinologist for testosterone therapy. I haven't seen them in a year. They call my name in the waiting room and track their eyes all over me as I walk towards them. "hardly would have recognised you." They say as they welcome me into their office. I smile and settle on the paper covered bed. "such a handsome man now," they smile as they put on nitrile gloves and ghost their hand over my jaw, "beard coming in, moustache" their fingers graze my lips and they track down my hairy throat across my chest, "top surgery looks good on you, let's get your tshirt off and see what hair has developed." I blink but obey, I guess this is part of the checkup? Peel my tshirt off and set it beside me. They rub their hand over my chest and down over my stomach, fingers threading through the hair, "coming in very well, looks great, you feel good about it?" I nod, "yeah, really good." their hand moves below my naval fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans, "what about your legs?" I try not to squirm, fuck their hand is stirring my cock, "much more hairy." They raise their eyebrow, "show me." I tremble as I unlatch my belt, push down my jeans, fuck, I really hope they can't see how horny this is making me. They rub their hands over my leg and smile, "yes, much thicker." we must have done this before then, if they know that. They look at my boxers and then back at me, "more ass hair?" they ask and I nod, and shift to the edge of the bed, bringing my feet up to frame my hips. I tug my boxers up just enough so they can see my hairy asshole, feeling a thrum of desire as they look at me with hunger, "very nice," they brush their finger over it, so sensitive it makes my breath ragged, "what about bottom growth?" they say it so casually but I feel the tension, "yes." I croak, squeezing my thighs together and pulling my boxers over my knees, letting them gather in my jeans where they catch on my boots. "relax, lie back, I just need to do a quick inspection," they say, sliding their hands down my thighs to gently part them. They look at my hard little cock and wet cunt with a knowing smile, "well you've grown nicely," they rub their fingers up my lips and catch my cock between two, giving a tug and making me groan, "are you fully erect?" they ask, and I gasp as they wank my cock, make me buck and whine, "Oh there, you're getting even bigger, what a handsome cock you've got now, do you like it?" I nod, "do you take good care of it? Play with it every day?" I moan as they rub me faster, my stomach tightening as buck my hips against them, "yes, yes, every day." They withdraw their hand and I whine, "more." before I can stop myself. "Oh, the testosterone is making you horny?" they ask, as they rub one finger in my wetness, circling my hole and making me groan, "I see you are still self-lubricating, what about penetration?" I nod and they slide a finger deep inside making me gasp and grunt and buck. "you've still got good depth," they press another finger in, rubbing their thumb over my cock and making me whine, "That's it, you're doing so well." fuck, it feels too good, "just need you to cum for me." They say it so mildly as their hand works in and out, the other hand rubbing my cock more insistently, "good boy, cum," they say, and I do. I cum so hard I shake, my body clenching on their fingers and fists tearing the paper sheet. They watch me and then gently tug my pulsing dick, looking at it and squeezing it and then letting it go. "excellent, great job." They withdraw their hands and pull off their gloves, discarding them as they open a file on the computer, "perfect physical condition, happy with changes, your blood work looks great, that's you! Any questions for me?" I sit trembling on the bed, still coming back to earth, "uhhh, no, not really." I say and they nod, "okay, well, I'll leave you to get dressed."

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Thinking about two men flirting with me at midnight, both asking for a kiss on either side of me.

I was feeling generous, so I let them both. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to take these two obviously straight men home with me. To watch them explore eachother, and test them to see how they will explore me.

I'd play such fun games with them, making them kiss each other once for every time they want a piece of my clothing off.

Making them show me how they wanted to be touched by doing it to the other.

I'd make the eager one fuck my mouth while I throw my ass back on the nervous one.

Hearing both of them moan my name simultaneously, throwing them off of me and favoring the other while watching them both come undone- either from pleasure or desire.

They would both be so vulnerable, so easy and so wet.

Any volunteers?

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Femme powerhouse baddie trying to be submissive to a dominant man but I just want to push him around. Do you think he'll punish me if i cross a line?

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Lover of overstimulating but I can't help but think about understimulation..

Stare into my eyes and tell me all the things you've been thinking of me, without an inch of movement closer to me.

Keep your hands visible but unmoved, your body open but unwavering.

Take an agonizing amount of time embracing me, only pulling away with the intent to hover your lips over mine without a simple pucker.

Have your hands lingering on my hips, saying everything with your fingers digging into my skin and nothing with your mouth.

Take your time, turn me impatient, laugh at the reaction.

To play..to slow down...

Anyway, goodnight

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Need a soft, slow make out session that shuts my brain off. Need to just melt into someone’s arms and forget the rest of the world for a while