youngblackprincess

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I'm all yours now baby

[youngblackprincess]

[youngblackprincess]

"Perhaps the most important thing we bring to another person is the silence in us, not the sort of silence that is filled with unspoken criticism or hard withdrawal. The sort of silence that is a place of refuge, of rest, of acceptance of someone as they are. We are all hungry for this other silence. It is hard to find. In its presence we can remember something beyond the moment, a strength on which to build a life. Silence is a place of great power and healing."

Rachel Naomi Remen

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I can see it—the way your mind won’t stop, the way you’re unraveling, drowning in your own thoughts. You’re overthinking again, spiraling into a place I won’t let you stay. You don’t belong there, baby. You belong to me.

I grab your wrists, pinning them hard against the wall, my body pressing into yours, holding you still. My eyes lock onto yours, dark and unyielding. ‘Enough,’ I growl, my voice low, steady, undeniable. ‘You’re done thinking. That’s not your job right now.’

My hands trail down your arms, over your sides, deliberate and slow, forcing your focus onto every single touch. My lips find your neck, kissing, biting, marking you—not out of anger, but to remind you who’s in control. ‘Feel me, baby,’ I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. ‘Let me pull you out of that head of yours. Let me show you what you really need.’

I guide you, breaking you down piece by piece—every soft gasp, every shiver, every surrendering moment pulling you further from the chaos in your mind and deeper into me. You try to resist, but your body betrays you, arching into my hands, my voice commanding every inch of you.

‘There’s no room for overthinking here,’ I murmur, my grip tightening as I take you completely. ‘Just me, just this, just you falling apart exactly how I want.’ And as I push you past every barrier, breaking you down until there’s nothing left but raw, aching need, I smirk. ‘That’s it, baby. That’s what you needed. You’re mine now.’

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Wintam photography

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I don’t ask for permission when I’ve had a day like this. I grip your throat gently but firmly, pushing you back onto the bed, my eyes dark with need. ‘Be good for me,’ I whisper, and when you nod, that’s all it takes to make me unravel.

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come rest your head on my lap while i rest my dick on your face

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Wearing Me!