My Turn

Sketch of my dragon kintype.

The legs are weird because they weren’t actually like that, but I can’t remember what they actually looked like so I’m keeping the the two toe-things for now. Think of them as filler.

I feel like the more I learn about this ‘type, the weirder it gets tbh

Please do not tag as kin if possible, as this is supposed to be a drawing of me. You know the drill.

I love your blog! I must be honest, it's really hard not to cum after spending even a couple minutes reading it. I have to ask; do you deny yourself orgasm? Or do you cum to the idea of being denied?

Little bit of column A, little bit of column B? It depends on my commitments, and how i’m feeling...if i deny myself I can become a moody bitch, and sometimes thats not very helpful.  It remains my ultimate sexual fantasy though!

Tying someone up, gagging them, sitting on them, and casually teasing them till they’re dripping while we watch a show on Netflix.

the first time

Where we live in the country, there are coffee stands on nearly every corner. In some counties, there are even coffee stands that offer a little something extra with your coffee. Im not sure why they’re called bikini baristas. Ive never seen a girl in a bikini. In fact, I’ve only ever seen them wear lingerie, electrical tape with a thong, or stripper outfits to be honest.

Keeping this in mind, I suggested to my husband during a particularly fun conversation that perhaps he should go down there, order a coffee, flirt a bit, and see how things go. Maybe after regular visits, he’d find a girl he hit it off with.

It was playful conversation one night during foreplay. Afterwards, I wanted to take a bit of the pressure off of him. After all, this was my fantasy, not his… I told him it wouldn’t matter if it actually happened. Making up a story to tell me about picking up one of the baristas and bringing her home to our bed to fuck her, would do just as well.

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A few days passed and then I got a text, “Can’t wait to tell you all about the barista tonight while I fuck you.” My knees weakened a bit as I reread the message over and over. Unconsciously, I bit my lip and reached down to touch the wetness that was forming between my legs.

I kinda hoped that he would wait awhile before making up the barista story, cause I wanted it to feel believable. Regardless, this was the first step in our cuckquean adventure and I was just excited he was playing along.

When he appeared at the front door that night, he was already wearing a sly smile. He opened the door and found me standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Brushing the hair off my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my neck. “When you finish up here, meet me in the room.”

…

“Come here, I want to show you something,” he demanded. I crawled across the bed to where he was seated. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and lay back against the heat of his chest. Whatever it was we were about to look at, he wanted me front row, but with access to my body.

I leaned back against him as he scrolled through an Instagram page full of what I could now tell was bikini baristas. “Ooooh, which one did you pick to tell me about?” I asked.

The squares on the screen each featured a different girl in sexy clothes. Most were playing to the camera with their puckered lips and perky tits. “Which one would you want me to fuck?” he growled in my ear.

“Mmmm,” his breath against my neck made me weak. I scrolled through and looked at all of our options. Each one was pretty in her own rite. They were all around 10-15 years younger than me, and none looked like they’d had children. Everything about them was perfect and perky.

I found a petite brunette with a round ass and big natural tits. She also was dressed in the prettiest black lace lingerie, with a garter belt and thigh highs to match. I knew he’d like her. “I want you to bring her home, baby,” I said as I clicked the square, enlarging the original picture.

She was prettier than me, not by much, but by enough that I felt a pang of insecurity as he grazed his thumb over the picture. “I was hoping you’d like that one,” he whispered against my neck. “I took your advice, baby girl. I stopped by that coffee stand on my way to work yesterday.” His fingers skimmed along my thighs. I uncrossed my legs to allow him more access.

“I ordered a drink, but they were out of what I wanted, so I asked the barista to recommend a drink for me.” He went on to tell me about their flirtacious banter. “When I signed the receipt, I wrote my number on the bottom.” His fingers now lightly grazed my parted lips through the fabric. I was already a dripping mess. I leaned into him as he swirled his finger around my clit, barely touching me.

“She texted me yesterday. Nothing risque… at first, but we got to talking and I told her about your dirty little fantasy. I casually mentioned I was having a hard time meeting girls in the area who would be down with the situation and she didn’t believe me. She said I shouldn’t have any trouble at all finding girls to fuck.”

I whimpered as he pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. “We’ll look at that,” he cooed, “I haven’t even gotten to the good part and you’re already a mess.” His fingers circled over my clit while, with his other hand, he reached up under my shirt for a handful of my tits.

Teasing me with his fingers, he tells me how casual conversation turned into flirting last night. He says she sent him pictures and exits the instagram app. He opens his messages and suddenly I’m confused.

Wait, did this actually happen or is this fantasy?

He scrolls quickly through conversation so I can’t read it. My brain tries playing catch up. So, wait, this actually happened? He went down there to pick up a girl? My stomach is in knots. I feel light-headed and try to come to terms with what is happening. I wanted this… Right? He opens one of the pictures she sent, its a sexy shot of her in lingerie. Fuck, I think. She’s gorgeous… I’m feeling wildly insecure. Maybe I can’t do this.

He flips through a few more photos of her in lingerie before he stops and pulls his fingers away from my clit. His fingers are slick. My pussy is wet with envy. “There’s no denying it now, baby… I knew this turned you on, but I’ve never seen you soak through the bedsheet like that, ” he says pointing to the puddle in our bed.

I’m embarrassed. So many thoughts are going through my head, everything is chaos, the room starts to spin. He swipes to show me the last picture.

I audibly gasp when it comes into focus. “Look at that,” he says, zooming in on the center of the photo. She’s seated on a bed with her legs splayed open. Her right hand is holding the phone while her left hand spreads her pussy open. It’s fucking beautiful and pink and perfect. “That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. I whimper again and he slides his fingers inside me.

I lean back into him and close my eyes.

“I could hardly keep up at work last night. Between texting her all night and two trips I had to make to the bathroom, I was behind the whole time. I got so hard looking at her pictures and talking about her being apart of your fucked up little fantasy, I had to jerk off. But the conversation kept going beyond that and before I knew it, I had to jerk off again. That’s never happened to me before. I don’t know that I’ve ever been that turned on.” His words sting, but the ache between my legs intensifies. My hips buck upward, my body betraying me and begging him to continue as the pressure builds.

“You like that, huh, baby?”

I nod my head.

“No, I want to hear you say it.”

My voice cracks. I’m so close now. “You should go back tomorrow. I want you to fuck her. You deserve to fuck her, baby.” I’m right on the edge.

“Remember when I picked up coffee for us this morning?” he asks, “…I fucked her first.”

An intense orgasm washes through my body. His fingers slow to a steady pace as we ride through my clenching muscle spasms. My breath slows to a normal pace before either of us speaks.

“That was everything I hoped it would be, babe,” I said as I rested against him, “Thank you.”

Holding my chin, he turns my face up towards his, “Show me your thankful,” he says, “get on your knees.” I do as I’m told and slide off the bed and get down. He turns to grab something from the bed. I wait patiently at his feet.

It’s his phone. He opens a video and starts to watch. There’s a lot of heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Then I hear his voice coming from the video, “Oh my God. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck.”

“Open your mouth,” he demands, looking down at me. I do as I’m told and I’m immediately rewarded. I can taste her on his dick. I’m overcome with envy and lust. My tongue explores the length of him as I lick her pussy off of my husband.

Morning Maxi!

I just thought you’d like a little morning reminder that you still haven’t had any pleasure with new vibe yet and that isn’t going to change any time soon sweetie :) it really turns Daddy on a lot to know that you bought it, that it could give you such good cummies especially because you’re not allowed anything in your cunny, but Daddy can keep it away from you and force you to make do with your little fingers every time you get needy :)

Do you ever think about how much pleasure you’re missing out on sweetie? Do you ever think about how good it’d feel to stuff your little cunny with a dildo the way you do your little bum and mouth? Do you ever think about just how wet and slick it’d be if Daddy let you put it in your cunny just once, how much nicer it’d taste than when it goes up your little bum? Do you ever think about the way a big girl can relieve her aching cunny and you never can sweetie?

Do you ever think about how good it’d feel to have your little cunny and your bum filled at the same time sweetie, and to be allowed to focus just once on giving your little cunny the pleasure it always misses out on? And then to feel that new vibe on your clit, blindfolded with clovers on and ankles and wrists tied to the corners of the bed, as Daddy teases you with it, as your little holes throb around the toys feeling so good inside you, all those different vibe settings feeling so good against your desperate little clit, edging and begging Daddy for cummies as the pleasure overwhelms you…

But instead your achey little cunny gets ignored and kept empty and desperate, and the only relief your little clit gets is your little fingers even though you’ve had that delicious new wand months now - and even that only happens strictly with Daddy’s permission. Do you ever think about all the pleasure Daddy denies you just because I want to sweetie?

I’ve not posted anything personal on here before..but I saw it on someone else’s post and I’m curious. I’ve been teasing myself for a week - send me messages/anons about what you’d like to do and make me suffer!

The objective is to exhaust every part of your body. I want to slowly and gently tease you until you’re at the brink of insanity, give you a little bit of pleasure and then continue to taunt your slippery pussy lips. I want to feel your body writhing underneath me. I want you to keep your legs spread wide for me and don’t you close them. Behave and keep them spread while I play with your aching holes. Your nipples firm as I swirl my slick tongue around them and moan into your titty flesh. My dick twitching every time you groan in frustration. Fuck…

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Oh geez. I’m just… my nipples just swelled when I read this. Unf!

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