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[wanders-in-wonderland]

Hi!! Just wanted to pop in and say that your writing is fantastic💗 And I love your blog. You have actually been a big inspiration for me and my writing ! I only have one posted atm, but it’s so fun writing smutty little fantasies!!!

Teehee thank you! Absolutely loooove hearing that and hope you have so much fun on this writing journey!!

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Hiii! First, I just want to say I really love the stories you write, they're awesome and super inspiring!

Maybe this is a silly question, but I'd really appreciate if you could help me out. I'm kinda shy and I've been talking to this guy who lives in another city. We mostly chat on calls and video calls, watching movies and shows together. Sometimes we've even masturbated together, but I still feel a bit awkward about it since I'm new to all this.

Could you give me some tips on how to be more daring and confident during those moments? Any advice would mean a lot!

Thank you so much! 🫶🏻

Thank you so much! (not gonna lie inspiring is a crazy description for some of my stories though HAHAHA i mean that in the best way though 😂 🫶)

I have two thoughts about this. First thought is this: I promise, your guy will be ecstatic by whatever you do. I say this with all the love in the world but guys are easy to please. Smile, wink, show him the barest glimpse of some lingerie, make your voice a little flirty and suggestive, add in a soft moan and I promise, he'll eat it right up. There is probably very little you can do to turn him off so use that to build your own confidence in yourself!

And secondly, for more practical advice, I think a great way to build confidence is to engage him in whatever it is you're doing so you get quick, real-time feedback. Let's say you're on a call and masturbating together, ask him things like "do you like how turned on I am for you?" or "tell me how to touch myself." Prompt him to engage so you can gauge how he likes it plus it creates an environment where both of you are putting yourselves out there instead of just you so it doesn't feel as scary.

Also remember that confidence is built one step at a time and it gets easier over time even if it doesn't feel that way right now! I hope this helps!

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assumption: ur hard to please

Oop yes indeed... I can be very picky and high maintenance in many areas of my life. I think I hold myself to a high standard and I like when that is reciprocated by the people around me.

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You hate anal. True or false?

Ohoho I would say this is not entirely true but I also don't love anal. I'm truly lukewarm towards it. I do it when it's something my partner wants but I don't necessarily seek it out for myself. But I do enjoy it every time I do it.

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Him: You like being my fucktoy? Look at you, pathetic little slut. You look so cute getting fucked like that, all spread out for me. You’d let me use your dripping holes whenever I want because that’s all you’re good for? Just a filthy little fleshlight for me? You’d do anything for me, isn’t that right?

Me: ✨yes✨

Him (later): Babe can you drive?

Me: absolute the fuck not

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wanna play a game? send me an ask about an assumption you have about me and I’ll confirm or deny!

teehee saw a similar prompt and wanted to try!

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Aftercare where he holds me and kisses my forehead and tells me how good I did and how much he loves me.

Aftercare where I hug him and scratch his back and tell him how safe he makes me feel and how much I love him.

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GIRLS LOVE VENGEANCE!!!

WE CRAVE IT

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The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall

He saunters into my apartment, all overstated confidence and smirking lips, his hair messy from the club, eyes glazed with liquor and the assumption of an easy lay. He’s beautiful, arrogant, and utterly convinced he’s untouchable.

"Alright, sweetheart," he says, flopping onto my bed like he owns it. "Let’s get this over with. You can suck me off, then I’ll decide if you’re worth fucking."

I smile, slow and sweet, as I pour him another drink, his fourth, this one laced with something stronger than alcohol.

"Of course. Anything you want."

By the time he realizes something’s wrong, it’s too late. His limbs grow heavy, his vision blurs, and panic flickers in those eyes as he slurs, "The fuck—the fuck did you—"

I push him onto his back, straddling his hips, pulling the cuffs out from my nightstand. "Shh. Just relax."

He doesn’t. He tries to fight the drug, his body not obeying his mind as he struggles.

"You bitch—let me go—!" He snarls, thrashing weakly as I strip and cuff him, exposing his body. His cock is half-hard, been that way since we’d danced in the club. I squeeze it, my nails digging in just enough to make him hiss.

"Aw, look at you," I coo. "Already getting hard for me. And you were so rude a minute ago."

"Fuck you—" His voice cracks when I stroke him, twisting my hand just right. He grits his teeth, jaw clenched, but his hips twitch upward.

"Oh?" I laugh, light and mocking. "Does that feel good, baby? This is what you wanted right, an easy girl to make you feel good?"

He curses at me, “You fucking crazy bitch, let me go!”

I smile, my hand never stopping it’s stroke up and down his cock.

"Look at you," I coo, pressing my thumb against his slit, smearing the pre-cum that’s already beading there. "All that arrogance, and your body betrays you so easily."

He grits his teeth, trying to move his body but the cuffs keeping him still. "I—I don’t—fuck—"

"You don’t what?" I tighten my grip, watching his cock throb in my hand. "You don’t like this? You don’t want it?" I laugh, soft and cruel. "Then why are you throbbing for me?"

His eyes flicker, his voice breaking. "S-stop—"

“Mmm, no.” I tighten my grip, thumb swiping over the slick head. “You don’t give orders here.”

He’s breathing hard now, teeth bared, but I can see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The first crack.

I stroke him slow, deliberate, watching his resolve fray with every twist of my fingers. His cock is achingly hard now, leaking against his stomach, and when I brush my thumb over that sensitive spot beneath his tip—

“Fuck—stop—please!” His voice is ragged, tinged with desperation.

I tut, leaning in close. “Begging already? I thought you were tough.”

His face burns, shame and fury warring with the undeniable pleasure coursing through him.

His hips jerk as my hand moves faster. I know he’s close by the way his breathing changes and his eyes flutter shut.

Every stroke pulls another ragged sound from him, every flick of my thumb over his tip makes his stomach tense, his thighs tremble.

I speed up, just a little, just enough to have him panting, his cock twitching in my palm.

I watch, fascinated, as his breath turns shallow, his abs tightening, his toes curling.

And then, right as his hips stutter, right as his voice breaks, “I’m gonna—”

I let go. My hand leaving his cock so fast it bounces lewdly against his stomach.

His whole body snaps taut, a strangled cry ripping from his throat as he’s left trembling on the edge, denied.

I lean in, breath hot against his ear.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

He snarls, jerking against the cuffs.

“Fuck you, you bitch!” His voice is venomous. I laugh.

I do it again. I edge him mercilessly, bringing him to the brink before backing off, watching his desperation grow. His protests turn to whimpers, his muscles straining against the restraints as he tries to thrust into my grip.

"Please," he finally chokes out, his body shuddering after the fifth edge.

I pause, feigning innocence. "Please what?"

His face burns with humiliation, but his body betrays him. "...Let me come."

I laugh, low and cruel. My hand lets his cock go, the heavy weight of it making him slap against his own stomach. "No."

I press two fingers into his mouth, pushing them deep, forcing him to gag. Before he has time to process, I pull my spit-slicked fingers out from his mouth and press them gently against his ass.

“N-no—don’t—”

“Aw, scared?” I croon, softly stroking his hole. His hips jerk, a strangled moan ripping from his throat.

When I slide one finger in, he chokes on his own spit, back arching.

"Please! Please, I can’t—”

But his body betrays him, clenching around my fingers, his cock twitching pathetically. I crook my fingers, pressing hard against his prostate, and his entire body jerks, a broken moan tearing from his throat.

"God, you’re sensitive," I murmur, fucking into him ruthlessly. "Look at you, squirming like a bitch in heat. You love this, don’t you?"

He shakes his head, eyes shut tight as if that would hide him from the truth, but his cock drips onto his stomach, untouched and leaking.

I add another finger, stretching him open, relentless in attack on that sweet spot. His back arches, his cock twitching, desperate.

“P-please—”

“Please what, baby?” I purr, twisting my fingers inside him.

His breath hitches. “I—fuck—need to cum—”

I laugh. “You can cum, but I won’t be touching your cock.” My fingers don’t stop, each brush against his prostate making him body shake.

He whimpers. "F-fuck! Too much—too—!" His voice is wrecked, his cock leaking untouched.

"Too much?" I purr, thrusting deep, rubbing relentlessly. "But you like this, don’t you? It feels so good, doesn’t it?" I press harder, watching his face twist in overstimulated agony. "Come on, pretty boy. Cum for me."

He does. With a broken sob, his cock spurts untouched, his body convulsing as I work him through it, not letting up even as he begs.

"P-please—no more—I c-can’t—!"

"You can," I whisper, kissing his trembling lips. "And you will."

My free hand closes around his cock and he screams.

I pump him fast and tight, until he’s sobbing, his body convulsing as he spills over my hand in his second orgasm. But I don’t stop. I keep going, forcing him through oversensitivity, wringing out every last drop until he’s a shuddering, whimpering mess.

"Stop—stop, please—I can’t, no more—"

His eyes are glazed, lips parted, drool smeared across his chin. I smile at him and press my lips against his. He whimpers into my mouth, lips moving desperately against mine. When I pull back, he arches up, trying to follow me.

“It’s okay,” I say, stroking his hair softly, “We’re done, only because you asked so nicely.”

He clings to me when I finally release him, nuzzling into my touch like a desperate animal.

"Such a good boy," I whisper, scratching his back gently.

He whimpers, nodding into my chest, curling his body against mine, not a single glimpse remaining of the cocky, self-assured asshole that walked through my door earlier.

Note: SO THIS IS DIFFERENT HAHA a very different vibe from my normal stuff but this was so fun to write teehee, hope y'all enjoyed it!

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What's an underrated kink or sexual activity that you think should get some more love? I wanna include some in my writings and would love to see what everyone likes!

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i am so obsessed w everything you write 🙈 we have the exact same kinks its actually insane !!

i'd like 2 humbly request a story where he kidnaps her and he punishes her w SEVERE overstim when she tries to escape?🫣

i know you've done something like that before but i LOVE an intense punishment scene where he has no remorse and shows her no mercy no matter how much she screams, cries, or begs😩😖 I NEED IT PLEASE I BEG

PLEASE have fun with it if u decide to write one!! i'm obsessed with all the little twists you add to your story's 🫶🏼

sincerely, a girl who's ovulating🤭💕💋

TEEHEE HERE YA GO! Heavy on the no remorse and no mercy because this one is a doozy. Also looooove finding a fellow kink-twin hehe

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No Escape

I thought I was free.

He’d turned his back, let his guard down for just a split second. The door was unlocked and I took my chance. I didn’t stop to think, I just ran. Out the door and into the forest, weaving in between trees, going deeper into the woods surrounding his cabin. He would expect me to run towards the main road, get help along the highway. So I went the opposite way. I thought I had outsmarted him.

I was wrong.

The moment I let my guard down, stopping along a small creek to take a break, he was there.

A hand clamps over my mouth, yanking me backward into a strong chest. I don’t even have time to scream before his other arm bands around my torso like iron. Cold fear shoots through my veins, and my vision blurs with helpless tears.

“Poor dumb girl, did you think you could escape me?” His voice is calm, collected but I can hear the barely-restrained anger underneath.

I let out a muffled whimper, the sound dying in his hand.

The last thing I see before darkness swallows me are his eyes, glowing with cruel amusement.

"Did you really think you could leave me?"

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I wake up restrained. My arms are stretched taut above my head, wrists locked in heavy metal cuffs connected to chains. My legs are spread wide, cuffs around my ankles, leaving me completely open, completely exposed. The cold air against my bare skin makes me shudder.

And in front of me, lounging in a sleek metal chair like a king on a throne, is him.

My captor.

He’s watching me with that same lazy, predatory grin, one leg resting over the other, arms crossed.

"Oh, look who’s awake." His voice is a velvet purr, dripping with false sweetness. "Did you have fun playing runaway, darling?"

I swallow hard, my throat dry. "Please! Let me go—"

He laughs, a bright, mocking sound that makes my stomach twist.

"Ah-ah-ah," he chides, standing and circling me like a vulture. "You don’t get to make demands. Not after you abandoned me." His fingers trail over my ribs, making me flinch. "I missed you. Did you miss me?"

I grit my teeth. "Fuck you."

His grin widens. "Oh, darling. Such a dirty mouth, we’re going to have to work on that."

He steps away from me, out of my sight. I hear the whir of machinery and I feel something smooth and cool press against my bare pussy.

I don’t have time to panic before it moves, sliding inside me without warning, thick and unrelenting.

I gasp, my back arching as the toy buries itself deep, stretching me open.

"Hmmm, see? Your body remembers me," He murmurs, crouching in front of me. His fingers brush over my clit, feather-light. "You can lie all you want, but this?" He presses down hard. "This doesn’t lie."

I whimper, hips jerking uselessly.

The toy inside me starts vibrating.

It’s not gentle. It’s never gentle with him. The vibrations are ruthless, sending sharp shocks of pleasure straight up my spine. My legs tremble, toes curling against the floor.

"There we go," he coos, watching me squirm with dark delight. "Just like that. You can’t fight it, can you? Your body wants this."

"N-No—!"

"Liar." His fingers don’t stop rubbing, using my own dripping wetness to coat my sensitive clit. "Look at you. Soaked. After everything, your body still begs for me."

I bite my lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers pinch hard, the pain and pleasure making my vision blur. The dual assault is too much. The toy in my pussy vibrating and thrusting mercilessly, his thumb grinding against my clit.

I’m drowning.

"You’re going to come," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. "And then you’re going to do it again. And again. Until you remember, until you understand." His voice drops to a whisper. "You belong to me."

I try to fight it.

But my body betrays me, arching as pleasure crashes over me in a devastating wave. I cry out, shuddering, my thighs clamping around his hand as I’m forced into an orgasm I don't want.

He laughs, delighted.

"See? Perfect." He doesn’t stop. His fingers keep moving, the toy keeps vibrating, and the pleasure twists into pain, into too much.

"P-Please—!" I sob, tears streaming down my face.

"Please what?" he taunts, tilting his head. "Please stop? Or please more?"

I can’t answer. Another orgasm is already tearing through me, my body convulsing, my voice breaking into a ragged scream.

He watches, enraptured, as I fall apart.

"Good girl," he purrs. "Now… let’s try that again."

The toy inside of me fucks me harder.

His fingers move off my clit and I gasp with relief only to let out a broken scream when I feel the cold metal of a clamp descend around my throbbing flesh. The pain sends a shock through my body that amplifies the onslaught of pleasure.

He’s positioned the clamp just right, its jagged teeth digging into the hood of my clit, pulling it back to expose all the most sensitive nerves. Then it gets worse. A thin, oscillating vibrator whirs to life in his hands.

And I realize, with sickening clarity: he’s going to break me.

“Let’s hear you sing, pretty girl.”

The first touch makes me wail. The thin vibrator presses with devastating accuracy against my exposed clit, the vibrations searing into my very soul. It’s not even pleasure anymore, it’s a monstrous amalgamation of sensation that rips every thought out of my head and every breath from my lungs.

My throat is raw, my voice shredded. Tears streak down my face, hot and endless, mixing with the sweat dripping from my trembling body. But he doesn’t care. He hasn’t stopped.

He won’t stop.

I can’t escape it.

"P-Please—!" I sob, my back arching as the waves of sensation crash through me. "Please, I-I can’t—!"

"You can," he corrects, tilting his head with faux sympathy. "You just don’t want to." His fingers trail over my inner thigh, making me flinch. "But what you want doesn’t matter anymore."

He turns the toys higher.

The vibrations intensify. My body seizes, my toes curling, a broken wail tearing from my chest as another orgasm is ripped from me against my will. It’s too much, my nerves are on fire, my vision spotting, but he doesn’t stop.

"There we go," He coos, watching me convulse with dark fascination. "Look at you. So pathetic." He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "This is what happens when you disobey me."

I can’t formulate words to plea anymore, my body trapped in an endless cycle of torturous climaxes, each one more unbearable than the last. My hips jerk uselessly against the restraints, my thighs trembling, my cunt fluttering around the invasive toy as it refuses to relent, my clit burning under the horrible toy and the uncaring pinch of the clamp.

"You’re going to learn," he says, voice low and dangerous. "You’re going to remember. And next time you think about running?" His fingers dig into my thigh, hard enough for the pain to permeate my sluggish mind. "You’ll remember this."

The machines pulse faster.

I break all over again.

He doesn’t stop.

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...can confirm the edit does not translate into pre-edit reblogs... this is devastating... i need to do a better job proofreading my shit

but THANK YOU LOVE FOR BEING MY TEST SUBJECT

...asking for a friend... let's say i make a post and other people reblog it... and then i notice an atrocious typo in that post and edit it to fix it... is that atrocious typo immortalized in the pre-edit reblogs from other people... or do the pre-edit reblogs update with my edit... i fear the answer is the former but i am praying for the latter because i do not proofread my stories as well as i should

asking for a friend... (the friend is me)

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...asking for a friend... let's say i make a post and other people reblog it... and then i notice an atrocious typo in that post and edit it to fix it... is that atrocious typo immortalized in the pre-edit reblogs from other people... or do the pre-edit reblogs update with my edit... i fear the answer is the former but i am praying for the latter because i do not proofread my stories as well as i should

asking for a friend... (the friend is me...)

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I LOVE that you include check in’s in so many of your writings thank you

YES I'm always giddy and smiley when I write check ins or after care into my stories because it's so sweet and the intimacy is EVERYTHING!

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Hey there, I just wanted to say that I really love your writing🥰🥰🥰🥰 thank you so much for sharing it with us!!

THANK YOU LOVE! I truly love love love sharing my stories and cultivating a space where people can explore sex and kinks without any shame!

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I haven't checked your blog in a while and I slowly read through the stories you posted since and they're all amazing! First of all, Marriage Contract? Has me giggling and kicking my feet like a college girl with a crush, a bit different from your usual but no less good <3 <3

and second of all, Paid and Played was ABSOLUTELY worth the wait, I love the way it really feels like it's in the same universe, one where these things are not illegal but still rare enough that MC tries to get away, if you understand what I'm saying? She's not asking "How is this happening, why hasn't the law stopped this?", she comes off more devastated that this thing that happens happened to her, like getting pickpocketed in major cities is to us - we're all extremely upset that if we're the victims, but otherwise it's a known fact of life. (Unless I missed/forgot something in which case I apologize.) And in a universe where this is the norm, there WOULD be special welders that don't ask questions and this type of technology readily available and the live streams and live auctions easily found, just for the right price. Also the smut is great too I just focus too much on worldbuilding.

Have a great day and hopefully you enjoy writing these as much as we enjoy reading them <3 <3 <3 <3

AH YOUR ASK HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET THANK YOU SO MUCH! THIS IS THE SWEETEST FEEDBACK EVER AND I SO APPRECIATE IT <33

Marriage Contract was such a random burst of inspiration and I just had to write it out. SO SO glad that you enjoy it even without all the smut that my stuff usually has!

And yessss I loooove that you picked up on the little tidbits about the universe behind Pay to Play/Paid and Played and the livestream stories! I love brainstorming about all the different possibilities I can play out in that universe! I'm thinking of writing more dedicated world-building exposition to help contextualize the universe teehee

THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS LOVE <33