I Just Want Someone Who’s Obsessed With Me In Every Way.

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please don't hide your feelings. It's the most beautiful thing I see in you

be a good boy and cum multiple times for me…

being pushed into the bed by your dom as they whisper "I'm sorry honey, I really need this" and they just fuck into you and use you as a fleshlight >>>>>>>> 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Hi all of you beautiful whores. I wrote a small short story that I have been working on for the last two weeks, and I think I'm finally done. Let me know what you guys think. Any constructive criticism is welcome!

Forbidden Hollow

*Ivy shouldn’t have gone alone.

But there was something about Briar Hollow—something that called to her every time she stood too close to its edge. The trees whispered. The wind carried screams she pretended not to hear.

And when she stepped over the edge, it was like slipping into another world. The air was thick, humid, the sky dark. The moon was casting shadows in every direction, and her thighs clenched without reason. Her pulse pounded in places she didn’t expect.

Hours passed. The woods grew darker than they should have. Her flashlight flickered, then died. She stood there feeling some kind of presence around her. And that’s when she heard it—slow, deliberate breathing, just behind her.

She wasn’t being watched.

She was being hunted.

Something massive moved just out of view. The shadows shifted with intent. Every step she took was followed by something bigger, closer.

Then she saw it.

Towering. Humanoid only in silhouette, but too perfect—muscles carved like ancient marble statues, pulsing with veins that glowed faintly violet. Its eyes glimmered like gold, its mouth split into too many teeth. But it smiled.*

“You crossed over into my woods,” *it said, voice sharp and slick.* “Now I take what im owed.”

*She backed away—but she wasn’t scared. Not exactly.

She was wet.

It moved impossibly fast, pinning her against a moss-covered tree with hands large enough to crush her skull—and instead, it gripped her waist. She gasped as heat bloomed between her legs. Her clothes peeled away on command, vines assisting, curling around her like ropes, but never breaking skin.

She should have fought. But her body melted into its touch. She ached.

Its long tongue traced a line up her stomach, tasting her skin like it was savoring every inch. When it reached her throat, it didn't bite—it moaned. The sound echoed in her bones.

Then it took her.

One thick, impossibly hot thrust—and she screamed. In pain. In pleasure. In shock. In surrender.

It didn’t just fuck her. It claimed her.

Every stroke was too deep, too perfect, hitting spots she didn’t know existed. It growled every time she clenched, every time she cried out. Her nails dug into bark. Her moans turned to song. Her body moved like it was made for this—needing him, meeting him. He had a knot at the base of his cock forcing itself inside of her, locking itself into her wet cunt.

When she came, it was like drowning in fire. Her vision blacked out. Her soul shuddered.

And it wasn’t done.

It flipped her still locked inside and took her again. Her body dripping. Wrung out. But hungry. So hungry.

And when it finally came again—deep inside, filling her with something hot and writhing—it purred. It bred her.*

“Now you belong to the Hollow.”

It's bad manners to talk with your mouth full(As I'm sliding deep inside you while you whine as he uses your throat).

Why is she the main attraction? Why not both of you being appreciated in turn and together?

Because I know what she likes. I get my turn and I'm fine with that. Besides, I don't mind watching 🥵

Tell me how pretty I look as I'm moaning your name while cumming.

Dry humping is so underrated. Grinding until you're a whimpering mess of want and need.