Latest Posts by puppish-3 - Page 23

For the love of god, fuck my throat and tell me I’m pretty while running your fingers through my hair

#goodgirl #daddysgirl

Cum inside me so I can feel it throb 💕

imagine how cute I’d sound begging you not to cum inside me and how good it would feel to do it anyway

Yes we do.

uhm

Sexualize me a little it's for my mental health

Keeping prev’s tags cause they made me giggle.

"ask and you shall recieve" ok well can i have a masked man kidnap me and turn me into his pet

reblog this to pet the user you reblogged from please

I want to suck dick under a desk while they're busy doing something else

Praise kink and degradation kink go so well together. You’re telling me I’m a cute slut?? The prettiest fucktoy? Such a desperate good girl??? Way to leave me brain empty pussy dripping

I love a confident man.

"Bro you let her wear that in public?" Yea motherfucker I picked it so men would stare at her knowing they can't have her

I love this. It’s so well written and so true. It’s everything I want in life.

giving up my power brings me peace.

This might make some people uncomfortable, and that’s okay. It’s not for them. But for me? My peace, purpose, and deepest joy come from one thing: being beneath the man I belong to.

Not figuratively. Literally. In our home, in our dynamic, in our life - he is above me. I am his. And I am less.

There. I said it.

Not “equal in different ways.” Not “partners with differing roles.” I am inferior to him in our chosen lifestyle. Willingly. Proudly. With full knowledge and full submission. I gave up my power, and in doing so, I found peace.

Modern culture tells women like me that we should fight to be on top. Or at the very least, to never be less than anyone. We’re supposed to demand equality, keep score, share every burden, lead just as much, assert constantly. And I tried that. I lived that life.

And I was miserable.

Because deep down, I didn’t want to fight for control. I didn’t want to lead. I didn’t want balance. I wanted hierarchy. I wanted to kneel. I wanted to serve. I wanted to surrender completely, not because I’m weak, but because my strength was never meant to be used to dominate—it was meant to be poured into devotion, obedience, care, and loyalty.

So I gave him everything. My choices. My voice. My body. My rules. My freedom.

And what I got in return was structure, safety, protection, purpose. A love that wraps around my soul like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. Warm. Complete. Anchored.

He is above me in every way that matters in our dynamic - his word outweighs mine, his comfort comes before mine, his judgment overrules mine, and his needs always outrank mine. My role is to serve. To obey. To please. Not as a performative thing, but as my actual identity. It’s who I am, every minute of the day.

And strangely, that kind of complete surrender brings freedom. Because I don’t have to be in charge. I don’t have to lead. I don’t have to split everything 50/50. I don’t have to carry the weight of the world alone. I get to kneel in my rightful place and just be. Small. Soft. Humble. His.

It’s not popular to say, and I don’t need it to be. This isn’t for the world to understand, it’s for me to live. And I live it joyfully.

I am beneath him, and I love it here.

You can, you know

This would fix me

She’s probably sad, dp her with your friend

reminder for my dirty little dolls: you don’t need permission to be a fucking problem

like… you’re allowed to be too much.

you’re allowed to be loud, needy, horny, bratty, messy.

you’re allowed to want to be spoiled and used.

you’re allowed to want every set of eyes on you when you walk into a room… and every hand on you when you leave it.

you don’t have to apologize for taking up space. or being sexy. or being fucking starving for attention sometimes.

the world’s boring.

be the girl who leaves lip gloss stains on his dick and a scratch down his back.

be the girl he’s thinking about when he’s at dinner with someone else.

be the girl who looks innocent in pictures but tastes like trouble in real life.

you’re not too much, babe.

they’re just too soft.

stay filthy. stay hungry. stay breaking hearts.

xx your favorite slut

Hell yea I would, raccoons go hard

if we were just a couple of raccoons would u rummage through trash w me be honest

Baby don't be silly, you don't have to be human or think anymore. Just be mine. Those pesky decisions? And those thoughts that intrude? Those are mine, don't use what doesn't belong to you. You practice relinquishing control and I'll practice enforcing my authority. It's really that easy to become property darling. My happy property.

Not to mention much more fun!

This is the only way to be

I’m not religious but i absolutely would worship a Man like He is my god 💗💗💗

i don't want a nonchalant relationship; i want to be obsessed over. i want to be the only thing on her mind all day long, i want her to put me above all else, i want her to love me endlessly and hopelessly, and i want to show her that very same obsession.

i yearn for a relationship where you're both jealous as fuck, yet you both know that at the end of the day, no matter how jealous you both get, you are theirs, and they are yours.

You wake up groggy after the last night. You didn't get enough sleep.

Going through the day is tough, but there's a warmness to it. Slowly but surely, the influence starts manifest.

Finally, in the afternoon, you rub your legs together exactly the right way, and a jolt of pleasure goes through you. Of course, it happened totally by accident. Thinking that, a giggle escapes your lips.

But now only pink dances through your head.

Touch your boobs

Squeeze

Feel the pleasure

Enough to prove that obedience feels good but not enough to overwhelm you.

You are a good doll, and good dolls are get wet from their submission.

Now it's how it should be: your pussy does the thinking.

You remember sucking a dick the night before. At the same time, you start fingering yourself.

You love being a toy.

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

Perfection

oh what’s my dream job?? free use housewife of course ❤️❤️

Please 🥺

free use is so fun like...you're telling me i get to be a stress toy? a fuckdoll??? you'll come home and bend me over and pound the daylights out of me just because you can????? no warning or nothing???????? beautiful