The Sweetest, Softest, Most Gentle Foreplay For The Sickest, Roughest, Most Disgusting Sex. There, I

Realized I don't care much for sex (getting off in particular), I just enjoy teasing and making someone feel good..

Kinda wish I had that euphoric feeling others get. Maybe some day u.u

Ddlg isn't just about a little girl and old man, You assholes. It’s about knowing and taking an interest into a smart sophisticated mature feminist woman and turning her into a silly pathetic filthy little cockwhore by providing a safe, comfortable, transparent, mutual kinky environment and fucking her with your intelligence, maturity, care and love.

Need me a mask

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Both wanna tease them to the point where they can't think straight while being all dominant but also wanna ask every 5 seconds if im going to far or doing too much.

Doesnt help when they go non-verbal and I only get mumbles in response- lol it's cute though

Seems I've been Ensnared-

Secretly Fucking them in front of others,,, leaning into their ear "shut up and take it mutt" or "not a work out of you" while you push deeper and watch them struggle so much not to moan~

This hits me like a train, reminds me of childhood, back when I was broken or way more broken at least-

I remember sitting in bed unable to sleep wanting to escape online.

I've grown a lot since then, a lot more amazing friends, and I try to live in the moment more too.

It can be hard at times, but there's always more to learn and more room to grow, goodluck to everyone.

(Random ass 'normal' post)

Alright guys, I've gotta go now.

Bye. :/

Wanna collar someone and take their clothes away, watch them get all shy while I slowly touch them, running my hands up their thighs getting close to their puppy parts but never quite there, all while praising them like the good little mutt they are~

Turn them on until they ask for more and tell them to until your pants and "go ahead" while they desperately try to get off,, licking, grinding- all while making those cute little noises like the slutty mutt they are~

I wouldn’t just take you. I would worship you, devour you, and ruin you in the slowest, most intoxicating way possible. My hands would move over your skin like they were meant to, like they belonged there, tracing every curve, every dip, every place that makes you tremble beneath my touch. I would make you feel so wanted, so undeniably mine, that you would forget the world existed outside of this moment.

I would start slow, teasing, keeping you on the edge, watching the way your breath catches every time I shift deeper inside you. My lips would find your neck, dragging over the heat of your skin, kissing, biting, murmuring against you, telling you how good you feel wrapped around me, how perfect you are, how I never want to stop.

I would pin your wrists above your head, locking my eyes with yours, making sure you see how much I want you, how much I need you. Every movement, slow and deliberate, deep and unrelenting, making you feel every inch of me, again and again, until you are shaking, gasping, clinging to me like I am the only thing keeping you grounded.

I would whisper against your lips, my voice low, teasing. You feel that? How perfectly you take me? How you are made for me? My mouth would claim yours, swallowing your moans, drinking in every sound, every plea, until you forget your own name and only know mine.

And I would not stop. Not until your body gives out, not until you are trembling, completely undone beneath me, your body etched with the memory of my touch. Not until you understand, without a single doubt, that you are wanted. Desired. Mine.

Because this is not just about taking you. It is about owning every inch of your pleasure, leaving you aching, ruined, and craving more.

What is a clown if not a friend