thatpuppyboything

[thatpuppyboything]

wdym u don’t like missionary. we can kiss AND hold hands while fucking. do u even believe in love???

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the touch starved mood

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build a bear? yeah i give my boyfriend his t shots i know how to build a bear

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I need someone to rp and be broken by.

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[Part 2]

You suddenly stand up. I jump a bit on the couch as I come out of my head, and you come to sit at the end of the sofa, at my feet. I can’t help but notice the visible bulge between your legs. I breathe heavily, looking at you erection, then at you, then at my feet, not knowing what to do with myself, while my head is spinning with the thought “this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong”

“Do you feel like you can trust me ?” You ask.

I look at you with pleading eyes.

“I don’t know, doctor, I mean… You know almost everything about me now and you’ve helped me a ton but.. What am I supposed to say… ?”

You put your hand on my leg. I shiver. You say:

“I really want to help you, you know. I think that letting out these fantasies you’re so ashamed of would help you tremendously. And I can think of a safe, secure way to do so.”

“What it is, doctor ?”

Your hand slides higher between my thighs, almost touching my pussy. One part of me wants to get away, tell you that no, not like this, I’m not ready, this is wrong. But the other, more loud, more intense, wants to stop repressing my feelings and let you use me, wants to let go and take it all, wants to, oh my god, COME by your hands.

You get closer to me, bend over so your face is close to mine and whisper.

“Relax. Stop thinking. You want to wash over these painful feelings and pleasure overtake you, right ? That’s why your brain is so enclined to make you horny when you remember these experiences. And you see, talking can only do so much, but what if I show you, by example, how good it can feel to just. Let. Go.”

I look baffled as you unbutton my pants and slide you hand, slowly, down it. You cup my cunt in your palm and look me in the eyes. As I’m about to put my mind walls up, you grab my hair and pull slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make me stay grounded, and you tell me:

“No. Do not go anywhere. Stay with me. Look at me. This will work only it you let yourself be grounded and feel everything. Look. Me. In. The. Eyes.”

Our eyes lock and I feel my whole body burn. Your stare is so intense, like you’re looking right into my soul. I bit my lip. You smile.

“Good. Now we can start. I already feel how damp your underwear is.”

You chuckle a bit. Then you slide your hand in my trousers and I feel it, warm, against my already wet cunt. When your press your finger on my clit, I let out a little moan, trying to keep it low. I close my eyes. You pull my hair harder.

“I said look at me. It’s only the beginning of our exercise. You have to stay focus. Don’t be scared of making noises, I don’t have any clients for 2 hours. Relax.”

You start strocking my clit with the tip of your finger. My lips still pressed together, I whimper, warm flushes taking my body whole. You keep gently rubbing my sensitive buttom for a bit, then you feel my leaking hole with the tip of your finger and before I can ask you to slow down, you shove two fingers inside me. I open my mouth and let out an high pitched moan. You press your lips against mine and shove your tongue into my gaping mouth. Your finger press against the ceiling of my hole while my noises are muffled by our agressive making out. Without even doing it consciously, I start to grind against your palm, my hips hungry for your fingers to fuck me. You let go of my mouth and whisper in my ear:

“There you go. See ? Everything’s fine, we’re playing around, it feels good. Let’s turn it up a notch.”

As you fuck me, your press your thumb against me clit and start rubbing it at the same time. My moans get louder as I shiver from pleasure and shame, shame for being in this situation with my therapist, shame of being toyed with this way. But still, the part of me that likes it is screaming in my mind for you to be rougher, to take me, to use me, and you touch is so incredible that I can’t tune it down.

You take out your hand and I can’t help but whimper, desperate. I still want you to touch me. You grab my arm and make me sit and you sit next to me, then take me by the hips and order:

“Stand up before me, and undress. Take ALL your clothes off.”

I stand up and look at you, not knowing what to do with myself. With a smirk you say:

“I could undress you, but this is part of the work. If you want me to help you, you need to willingly give yourself to me. Go on.”

Since you already touched me down there, I start with my pants, then my trouser. As I bend over to get them out of my legs, I stare at your bulge. It has gotten bigger since the first time I looked at it. I bit my lip. Then, I awkwardly take out my shirt, while you stare at me, your eyes cold, your legs spread and your hand behind your head, clearly enjoying the view.

Once I’m fully naked and my clothes are out of the way, you stare at me for a bit before saying:

“Great. My turn now.”

You take off your necktie, unbutton your shirt. Then your take out your pants, your underwear still on, and let your shirt slide out of your arms. You stand up and face me.

“Take my trousers down. Show me that you want it.”

I stutter.

“I don’t know… It’s embarrassing.”

“Oh yeah ?”

You wrap one arm over my waist and press my body against yours, and with your other arm you lift my right leg. Your bulge is against my cunt. I hug you to prevent me from falling and feel the soft cotton and warm erect cock on my clit. You grab my hair again and make me look at you. Your words are icy and cut like blades.

“Your soaking wet. You were grinding against my hand, moaning, my fingers fucking you. Do you want your kind therapist to diagnose you ?”

You pull you face as close to mine as possible and spit out:

“You are a horny, desperate, little bitch. You won’t admit it and repress your urges but everything in your body language screams how much you want to be taken, used, fucked. Even when you were telling me about men assaulting you, your eyes were full of lust. You wanna heal ? Then embrace it. Embrace your pathetic slutty self. Take my fucking trousers off.”

[Part 1]

You've been my therapist for a few months now. As I got to trust you more, I started to talk in depth about my sexual traumas.

You've seen how vulnerable it made me feel to talk about it. You've been feeding of the details I gave you, how it happened, where, with who, and slowly you made a plan for how you were going to use it to your advantage.

At the beginning of one of our session, you ask me how all these traumatic experiences impact my sex life.

I tell you that I dissociate a lot during the act, that I feel out of my body.

“Do you ever touch yourself ?” You ask.

I look at you surprised and blush, nodding slowly.

“What do you think about when you masturbate ? What are the pictures that comes to your mind ?”

You see how I shift in my seat, how I become increasingly uneasy. You sweeten your voice and say, reassuringly:

“Don't worry, I ask that to help you. You can be honest with me, I won't judge.”

I stuttered and finally answer:

“You know, it's weird, sometimes I see myself going back to… these times… Like it turns me on.”

You smile. With a nod, you say:

“It's a fairly common reaction. It doesn't mean anything. It's a way of coping with these events.”

You look into my eyes, still smiling, and after a brief pause, you tell me:

“I want us to do a little exercise now. Tell me what turns you on in these experiences. Think of it as a positive reinforcement method.”

I blush more, my face burning hot. I feel so ashamed of this but I trust you, surely you ask me that to help me with healing from my traumas, right ?

“I-I don’t know… It’s the feeling of being posessed, the helplessness, it’s kind of… You know… If done in the right setting it can feel very good to just let go… Give up… And be used, in a way ? Gosh I can’t it’s so embarassing. Can we drop this ?”

I try to compose myself and hide my heavy breathing, but I’m bright red and a bit sweaty and look like I’m about to melt.

You say:

“That’s okay. How do you feel right now ?”

I swallow.

“I feel… Well, I’m a bit… Worked up, but I guess that’s normal because that’s not something you say to people and stuff… It’s weird…”

You smile at me.

“No, no, that’s not weird. As I said, that’s normal, that’s natural. Do not feel ashamed of that.”

Your smile disappear and it seems like you are choosing your words carefully.

“You know… I think that’s something you should explore, in a safe setting, it can really do wonders. A lot of people tend to reenact these traumatic experiences to take their power back, and to transform this memory of pain into pleasure. Maybe it’s something you could do ? Just like you touch yourself thinking about it ?”

I squeeze my legs together. I feel my cunt pulsating with everyword you say and my clit is erected and sensitive. It’s so hard not to pant. I look at you, handsome, so reassuring, so… safe ? But I know that’s a wrong thing to think about, you are my therapist, we have a client/professionnal relationship. Surely it would be a really bad idea.

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[Part 1]

You've been my therapist for a few months now. As I got to trust you more, I started to talk in depth about my sexual traumas.

You've seen how vulnerable it made me feel to talk about it. You've been feeding of the details I gave you, how it happened, where, with who, and slowly you made a plan for how you were going to use it to your advantage.

At the beginning of one of our session, you ask me how all these traumatic experiences impact my sex life.

I tell you that I dissociate a lot during the act, that I feel out of my body.

“Do you ever touch yourself ?” You ask.

I look at you surprised and blush, nodding slowly.

“What do you think about when you masturbate ? What are the pictures that comes to your mind ?”

You see how I shift in my seat, how I become increasingly uneasy. You sweeten your voice and say, reassuringly:

“Don't worry, I ask that to help you. You can be honest with me, I won't judge.”

I stuttered and finally answer:

“You know, it's weird, sometimes I see myself going back to… these times… Like it turns me on.”

You smile. With a nod, you say:

“It's a fairly common reaction. It doesn't mean anything. It's a way of coping with these events.”

You look into my eyes, still smiling, and after a brief pause, you tell me:

“I want us to do a little exercise now. Tell me what turns you on in these experiences. Think of it as a positive reinforcement method.”

I blush more, my face burning hot. I feel so ashamed of this but I trust you, surely you ask me that to help me with healing from my traumas, right ?

“I-I don’t know… It’s the feeling of being posessed, the helplessness, it’s kind of… You know… If done in the right setting it can feel very good to just let go… Give up… And be used, in a way ? Gosh I can’t it’s so embarassing. Can we drop this ?”

I try to compose myself and hide my heavy breathing, but I’m bright red and a bit sweaty and look like I’m about to melt.

You say:

“That’s okay. How do you feel right now ?”

I swallow.

“I feel… Well, I’m a bit… Worked up, but I guess that’s normal because that’s not something you say to people and stuff… It’s weird…”

You smile at me.

“No, no, that’s not weird. As I said, that’s normal, that’s natural. Do not feel ashamed of that.”

Your smile disappear and it seems like you are choosing your words carefully.

“You know… I think that’s something you should explore, in a safe setting, it can really do wonders. A lot of people tend to reenact these traumatic experiences to take their power back, and to transform this memory of pain into pleasure. Maybe it’s something you could do ? Just like you touch yourself thinking about it ?”

I squeeze my legs together. I feel my cunt pulsating with everyword you say and my clit is erected and sensitive. It’s so hard not to pant. I look at you, handsome, so reassuring, so… safe ? But I know that’s a wrong thing to think about, you are my therapist, we have a client/professionnal relationship. Surely it would be a really bad idea.

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I love casual CNC so much. I'm making food? Stick a vibrator in my ass and turn it max and then proceed to help with cooking acting as if you didn't anything. I'm playing games? Lift me up and sit me down on your dick/strap and bounce me without even acknowledging that anything sexual is happening. I'm watching TV? Put a ball gag, cat ears and a buttplug in me and cuddle me asking what I'm watching and all I can answer is drool and mumbles. I could go for hours with examples. I just love this so much.

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thinking about being an awkward horny teen and having to share a bed with my big bro.. neither of us know that we egg each other into grinding asleep, his dick to my ass. i wake up at 3:00 AM, arms wrapped around my stomach, pulled me in close. i’m flush against his erection, startlingly wet from his rutting and in need of more friction, attention – anything. ignoring my conscience, i pull him out of his boxers. he only needs a bit of stroking to slick himself before i carefully slide him between my thighs. in both disgust and aroused exasperation, i notice how nicely we fit. i start with relaxed, intentional hip movements until he’s humping on his own against me. it’s just about getting off, but his heavy breathing and tight grip on my waist is way more of a turn on than it should be. every time he rubs it against my lips, i have to hold back desperate little whines increasingly close to his name. more than anything i want him to finish and dirty me and when he does, groaning in my ear, i revel in the feeling for a moment. i easily wipe off and tuck him back in. trying to clean the mess i’ve made in the bathroom, i’m tempted to rub some of him on my inner thighs into my cunt. i can’t help it, whining at the thought of him really inside, using him as lube to work them in. as i steadily fingerfuck myself, i abuse my cunt just like i know he would. after finishing i stare helpless and exhausted at my dirtied hand. this doesn’t mean anything. i’m too tired to think straight. i’ll really clean up and in the morning nothing will be different.

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I'm starting to write erotic stories. Not like chapters after chapters, just slightly long fantasies I've had. And it's an incredible experience. I'm before my computer, typing things I wouldn't dare to say out loud or indulge in IRL, my cunt in throbbing from horniness as I write, picturing everything, and I can't touch myself because well, I'm writing lmao, but oh my GOD I feel all weird and turned on ugggghhhhhh

Maybe I'll post it here when I'm done ! :D

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wearing no panties around the house 24/7 so you can bend me over and breed me whenever you like

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"Oh, you're awake, sweetheart?"

"No no no, you're staying right there while- FUCK... while I use your holes."

"I'm sorry for- UGH, FUCK YES... for waking you up in the middle of the night- Jesus you're so fucking tight."

"I couldn't help it. I woke up rock hard and your fat ass was just begging to be used."

"Please don't be mad, baby... Now shut the fuck up so I can drain my dick into your holes."

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I keep thinking about this fantasy of being used/kept by and older, more experienced couple.

Maybe 10 or so years older than me (even older I’d find too, idc) that befriend me and lure me into feeling safe with them. They invite me over for dinner, I spend time with them all that fun stuff. I consider them good friends.

Their motives had always been a little off but once I let it slip I was a virgin, well, they were thrilled.

I come over one night, dinner as usual but I guess I drank more than usual because I’m so tired and they don’t want me to drive home so they help me into the bedroom and she starts getting me ready for bed.

My clothes are removed and there’s all this groping and touching. I’m too sluggish to fight her off.

My hands are still bound behind my back though. She rubs at my cute little very sensitive clit and gets a taste to get me ready for her husband.

Eventually it ends up with her sitting in my face, holding my legs up as he’s pounding into me over and over and over. Such a tight little virgin cunt. Well, not a virgin anymore.

Maybe they put one of those double sided blowjob training gags in my mouth so they both get pleasure out of this.

I cum and so does she between her holding a vibrator to my clit and the hers. Eventually he cums inside me as I struggle and cry.

Instead of pulling out he stays inside and rubs harshly at my clit until I cum again. Over and over and over until he’s ready for round two.

I’m broken, a twitchy, overstimulate, cock drunk doll for them to breed and play with.

The plan went better than they thought

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I'm a huge squirter when I'm toyed with properly. I need someone to push my buttons and fuck me senseless until I can't stop squirting everywhere.

I'd love to be forced fed alcohol until my belly is full of liquid and I'm drunk, then absolutely railed with fingers, dildos, cock, until I become a soaking mess, squirting all over myself and the floor, absolutely over stimulated and senseless.

If I'm tied up it's even better, I can't escape, I can't do anything but take it until I'm dried out and have my sensitive cock tortured to no end.

Uuuuuuuughhhfhhfhf I'm drooling omg

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imagine going to a party and getting a bit stoned with your friends and then someone’s hand gets a liiiitttlleee too high on your thigh to be friendly, and next thing you know you’re moaning into someone’s mouth while their fingers are buried in you and everyone gets to watch and join in… imagine being the party toy, letting everyone feed you hits of joints and grope you and stuff your holes with fingers and cocks and tongues… well i think that would just fix me

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Many gay thoughts tonight I wanna sit on a guy's lap and make up out with him and grab all over him but I also wanna be face down ass in the air and fucked so good my dumb little brain turns off and all I can do is whimper and look cute but I also wanna ride a guy while he calls me his good boy and then fall asleep on him but I also wanna be fucked by two guys at once hghhhhh

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tell me you ‘forgot’ a condom but youll only put the tip in, then that feels so good you put it all in and promise to pull out, eventually i lose count of how many loads youve dumped in me but it feels so good and its too late to stop you now

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The idea of being sat on a pretty girls lap, extra credit if we're in front of a mirror like uhhhh pleaseee.

"look at you such a mess for mommy."

"oh you did such a good job that's my good boy."

"can you give mommy one more?"

Hand tight around my neck, cock buried deep in my cunt stopping anything from leaking out, my whole body shaking against her.

Soft kisses against my neck, and my shoulders, her fingers working slowly on my tdick, already so overstimulated.

"that's my good boy... That's mommy's good boy."

Pleaseeeee is this too much to ask for....