Hey baby,
I am writing this post play time
But I wish I could write it during
to truly capture the essence of what goes down
at least in my head
I'm a sweaty mess today
from yoga
from it being 40 degrees C
from my orgasms
all of the above?
I need some snow or a cold plunge or something
I feel like I am going to burst into flames
maybe it's is just from being a fire sign
I crave that tongue finger combo quite often
and I really needed to squirt
guys won't understand that feeling
and most women won't either
that needing to let it all go
all of it
clit orgasms as explosive as they are
are like fast food
not satisfying in the long run
so I often and most often go for A spot
that spot deep past your cervix
it gives the most satisfaction fast
escpecially when you press down on your tummy
at the same time the toy is trusting up into that spot
but the most satisying orgasums are cervical orgasums
the longest to achieve
often resulting in tears cramps in my forearm
and not enough juice in the tank for me to achieve
they take a while
but god damn they are satisfying
nearly knock you unconscious for the unforesable future
take you to another dimension
can't feel the external world AT ALL
but then there is the gspot
and that is where the magical squirting happens
so sit on a stool or something in the shower
spread your legs which for me
are like impossible to keep spread
i always want to shut them and squeeze my clit
so I have to imagine your voice telling me
to keep my thighs open
and I have to use the cold therapy of the shower glass
and tiles on the sides of my feet to try to keep grounded
but i fail
every damn time
I need a spreader bar
or to be tied up
probably gaged because I am going to be too noisy
get some toy to suck at your clit
I have a womaniser
then use a heavy glass wand with a bulb head
and stroke it in and out and just watch
the puddles you make get bigger and bigger
optional sex playlist going
or get someone with a delicious deep voice
talking dirty to you and use it to
take yourself to town
no it is no match for a partner
because my breasts were aching
and my nipples really wanted to be pulled
but I will take it because
without that soul connection
i'd rather be by myself
playing silly games in my shower when
im home alone
then to have another man mess with my heart
but then I crave to be called a slut
have my clit slapped
and my hair pulled
and be tossed around and used
like a living blow up doll
forfilling every secret fantasy you have
being absolutely used
so I guess I keep trying and risking my heart
so I can find that
because this tiny part of me just wants
to surrender
and not be the one in charge
and just enjoy being a whore
but who would want a girl like that?
in reality there are very few men who can
handle a sexually liberated woman
who isn't afraid to ask for what she wants
so there you go
pleasure session
because life is full of obligations and to-do lists
and I'd much rather be making love and sleeping
reading and eating
love your dream girl
xoxo
Tag Archives: passion
Those Thighs
I'd like to write you poetry for your thighs
sitting here on my bed with my laptop
my silk rope spilling open caressing my soft flesh
it's debatable which is softer
as usual I am a contradiction
with my white toes, freshly shaved legs
and a big glass of muscle nation protein water
my curvy hips, fat ass and creatine in my cup of tea
I got side tracked here ... again
but details to set a scene are important
let's discuss how I'd like to lick up and down
the undulations of your muscles
fingertips tracing gently
nails scraping
let me show you how squatting those plates
was so so sooooo worth it
touching hugging holding
in no particular order
my pussy gets dripping wet staring
needing to ride one
grinding my clit onto the hard plane
flex for me and hear me groan
dropping to my knees
crush me between them
licking up the inside
on my way to your cock
framed by absolute masterpieces
wrapping my arms around them while
your cock is down my throat
nails biting into the solid flesh
when you touch me
anything to hear you call me your good girl
take your cock out of my mouth
just to bite one
grab a fist full of my hair and drag my head back
tell me I'll pay for that later
dark threats
lace it with venom
I shiver at the sound
Wanting to feel them pressed into my ass
while you take me from behind
not sure which is a better punishment
your hand slapping my cheeks
or your hard thighs slapping into me
while you make me see stars
craving to be on my knees
pleasing your cock
licking the tip repeatedly
while I have my hands around your thick thighs
fingertips gripping the cheeks of your ass
holding on
or trying to
I'm no match for your strength
but I like to play and will try anyways
wanting so bad to make you take the pleasure
craving to stimulate you
to hear you groan
say my name
moan for me
I wanna hear you
make you forget everything
except how to breathe
rough and ragged
full of curses and my name
fuck yes
I want you
isn't enough words
I will continue to search for more
while I think of more ways to worship your thighs
wishing I had more ways to create sensation
Exploring the Categories of Submission
okay okay, I'm excited for this post.
Yesterday .... I wrote about how I was going to do a submission workshop, well I did it today.
And I want to tell you about it.
Because why not bare all my kinks for you to read ...
So, there were 10 different category of submission.
1-Sexual
2-Service
3-Bratty
4-Masochist
5-Life Style
6-Little
7-Pet
8-Rope Bunny
9-Princess
10-Objectification
Just for some context, I will briefly describe each category and tell you what I thought about it. More or less my feelings of how I said yes or no to each category came from listening to the description and seeing how my body reacted to hearing it read out to me.
1-Sexual
Description: I am on my knees, wet, begging, having been edged three times prior, I whimper as I am devoured. My every move is being told to me. When to be still, when to open my legs, when to wait, when to take it, when to cum.
My thoughts/feelings: Fuck yes I need this. It feels so good to have someone else in control of my body and its needs - this makes me ache. (This was the one, out of the ten, I had the strongest physical response to.)
2-Service
Description: I awake and bring my dom his slippers, kneeling before him. I make him coffee and toast, cutting it exactly the way he likes it. I serve him from my knees and do anything to please him just to hear him call me his good girl.
My thoughts/feelings: Ehh....maybe ... this doesn't really turn me on. I would like to make my dom his favourite food and surprise him with treats but I am way too tired from being a mom to do this on a regular basis. Also, there is no way I could be perfectly presented, I always feel like I am just a mess. I do like being called a good girl though...
3-Bratty
Description: When my dom gets home, I am lounged in his chair instead of by the door on my knees. Wearing his shirt and a smirk. Waiting to see how he will handle me. See how he will punish me to put me back in my place.
My thoughts/feelings: oooooh yes - I love to have fun and push boundaries. I have an absolute desire to be man handled into submission, to be met with strength. I have no desire to walk on egg shells around my dom and don't want to have to try to be perfect, because I'm not, not at all. But mostly I want to disobey because I crave that connection and attention.
4-Masochist
Description: Tied down, arms above my head, choosing sensation as the next hit slaps my butt cheeks. I have no where else to be but in my body, and want to see how far I can stretch my body.
My thoughts/feelings: Fuck yes. I need to feel this. To feel the desires of my body, to see what my body can do. To be pushed and to be honoured. This one turned me on so much my pussy ached.
5-Life Style
Description: My day starts the same way everyday. My submission is owned by every moment of my day, it is how I live. Everything I do is an offering and a choice to serve again and to show up again for myself and my partner.
My thoughts/feelings: Not really feeling this. I would love to be collared and chosen regularly but I can't do structure like that even thought I crave stability. Seems super boring long term and I have no desire to be discarded again from another long term relationship.
6-Little
Description: (Not a sexual dynamic, more of a caring dynamic.) Wearing oversized pyjamas, curled up in bed, a stiffed animal tucked up under my neck, with snack wrappers everywhere. Having a tantrum because I do not want to clean up. My care giver (not called dom) is my grown up and takes care of my emotional and physical safety. We have deep emotional intimacy and trust.
My thoughts/feelings: No thanks. I don't want to be treated or to feel like a little girl. I also am not very comfortable with deep emotional intimacy.
7-Pet
Description: Curled up on the floor with my head resting gently on your knee. I nuzzle your hand when I want attention. When you call you me a good girl, I purr or wag my tail if I had one. I Show my submission with my eyes and my body. When you look at me adoringly, I melt.
My thoughts/feelings: ehhh maybe... sometimes it might be fun to play and purr but I don't want to lay on the floor. I'd like to be chosen and adored but only some times. Maybe I just want to wear a fluffy tail butt plug (remember that from a few blog posts back) and purr. But, perhaps taping into my animalistic side would be fun, but I don't know how far I could go with this. But experiencing ownership, having my body language read and being praised and adored appeals to me. Also, being chased and hunted is appealing. But then again... dressing up as cat woman and being collared, put on a leash sounds interesting. Maybe this one needs to be explored more.
8-Rope Bunny
Description: (A sub who likes to be tide up.) Sitting on the floor, knees folded, arms behind my back, each wrap around my chest stops me from fidgeting, from my brain racing. Still, framed, exposed, safe, release, and surrender. Being held exactly as I am.
My thoughts/feelings: uhhhhhhh yessssssss....... I crave the deep physical release through stillness and to be handled intentionally. I crave to surrender with nothing to do but be turned into art and a offering. A forced surrender to be pushed passed my own brain.
9-Princess
Description: I am sitting on silk sheets, my body moisturised, my dom lights a candle before I enter the room. He removes my shoes and kisses my hand. He worships me like a goddess and I am wanting to be fed and man handled. (A submissive who is comfortable being sassy and demanding in their desires.) He treats me like beautiful gift - he is my pleasure dom.
My thoughts/feelings: maybe? I'd like to be treated nicely but I don't need all of this to turn me on. I do feel that my sensuality and giving myself to my dom is a gift. The idea of having a pleasure dom is appealing. BUT I don't like princesses and I am not really the princess type. I don't like jewels and I am not really into wearing gowns. Can a princess wear yoga pants? I am not sure about this one.
10-Onjectification
Description: I am kneeling on the floor, back straight, eyes down. I have been positioned, not moving unless told to or I am moved. I am a piece of art, furniture. All function and form, no ego. I do not need to do anything to be valuable here. (Can be treated like an object, like a sex toy).
My thoughts/feelings: Maybe? But there are aspects of this that appeal to me such as I need to be chosen and I want to be used like a sex toy. I often feel the need to surrender -> "just do whatever you want to me".
My top submissive flavours therefore are: I am a bratty, sexual masochist rope bunny. What that actually entails I have yet to truly discover but if I could create a scenario in my mind it would be something like: I'd do something bratty to be man handled into being tied up in a shibari rope style and having hot wax dripped over me before being edged repeatedly and told when and when I cannot cum. Being told to shut up and take his dick like the dirty cum slut that I am.
uhhhhh yesssss…… that. Fuck yes please sir.
lascivious
adjective: lascivious
- feeling or revealing an overt sexual interest or desire.
“he gave her a lascivious wink”
A quick note from Miss Divinity before the story:
This next story is hands down my ultimate fantasy. It’s based on two men I know, but it’s entirely fictional. Something I dream about regularly. As always I try to cram as much dirty detail as I can into the limitations of the English language. Lascivious is my new favourite word I’ve discovered and it describes this fantasy of mine perfectly. Enjoy and let me know what you think. 😉 ❤
I wrung my hands in my lap in anticipation. He reached over and placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a little squeeze. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, we don’t have to do this if it’s making you feel too unsettled. It can just be the two of us if you prefer.”
I loved that about him. He would make my ultimate erotic dream come true or he’d stand at the door, protect me, and tell the other guy to get lost. All I had to do was say the word. He’d make it happen. That’s why he was my number one man and always would be.
Our trek up North was purely because I wanted to see the ancient ruins, trek the paths that lead to my ancestors and tap into the energies of the magical mystic land that was Scotland. I’ve been here before, in a past life, I could feel the energy of the land coursing through my veins as I watched the green hill sides pass by through the window.
I knew I had to make a choice and I had to make it today. I had to finalise plans for a guest to join us tomorrow night or I had to cancel. To make my biggest fantasy real was one thing, but what would it do to our relationship? How would he take it when it happened it real life? We had talked about it and I knew he was okay with what we were going to do but … I loved what we had more. I didn’t want to screw it up just for a few extra orgasms. No matter how intense I knew they would be. I shivered in anticipation and caught a smirk on his lips. He knew exactly what I was thinking about.
It was late afternoon when we arrived at the cabin we had rented. It was quaint and secluded. Perfect. There was no one around except for meadows and mountains, exactly how I liked it. It was a stark contrast to the insanity that was Heathrow airport that I had flown into a week ago. I wanted a night to just stargaze and snuggle with my man. I wanted to be so close to him and show him that no matter what he was the one who had my heart. I think he knew but maybe I was trying to convince myself that this was the right thing to do. The consistent excitement was egging me on. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.
I spent the morning of D-Day sleeping, prepping and most importantly hydrating. I was buzzing and my man was having a most entertaining time watching me. I felt like I couldn’t make a decisions and often just plopped myself down in his lap to calm down. He always did that for me. Make me feel safe, cherished and calm. I knew I was safe and when he pulled me back just to look into my eyes for the longest time, I knew that whatever happened tonight, we’d be okay at the end of it. Sometimes we didn’t need words. Our souls just knew what we needed.
We were outside at the firepit with the sun just beginning to set when we heard our visitors car pull up. I was wrapped up in a blanket in my mans arms and he pulled me tighter for a moment before dipping me back, looking into my eyes before devouring my lips. I might have heard a door shut and footsteps on the gravel drive but I was light headed from the kiss. The footsteps stopped a ways away from us and finally my man let me breathe for a moment before lifting me and standing up like I was weightless. He held me for a moment eyeing up our guest, almost as if he was giving a silent man statement that I was his and that he was in charge. Honestly, it turned me on. My man was large, broad and towered over me. He had to bend his knees to place me on the grass. I felt very protected and very feminine as I looked over into the eyes of our guest.
I knew him, we had talked for quite a while now. I smiled and looked him up and down before walking over to him. “Hi,” I breathed. Not wasting any time, I walked up and ran my hands up his chest and hooked my hands behind his neck. “I am so glad that you came. It is nice to finally meet you in person!” I gave him a squeeze and pressed my breasts into his chest, momentarily catching him off guard. I didn’t let go until I felt his hands on my hips. Moving up and down, savouring my curves. “You are even prettier in person,” he whispers into my hair, “I can’t wait to taste you.” I shivered and pulled away slightly looking up at him, smiling, before I took his hand and brought him over to the couch by the fire.
My man stood and shook hands with our guest. It was firm with eye contact. Again that unspoken man language of who’s in charge here. But my man is a gentleman, not a neanderthal and he smiled at our guest. “Welcome, thanks for joining us! She has wanted this for a long long time, thanks for making her dreams come true. I couldn’t give it to her all on my own and I know you two have a special bond. I am glad it’s you here with us tonight. Don’t worry your secret is safe with us.” He winked at our guest, fully aware that he was married and in a sexless marriage at that. I kept no secrets from my man.
With the formalities out of the way, I felt like I could breathe and begin to enjoy myself because that was the point of this whole evening. It was orchestrated for my pleasure. My deepest fantasy. Two men for me! I was wet and squirming already. My thighs pressed tightly together, the anticipation was unlike any other I had felt before. I wasn’t sure how to make the first move, how to get things moving. My man poured our guest a glass of wine while I reached for mine. A bit of liquid courage was necessary for the filth that was running through my mind. A hand reached out and touched my thigh, rested on my knee while I reached over to put my glass down. I knew he wanted to feel the silky stockings I was wearing just for him. “Pleasure my girl before you get to feel the extasy her mouth will bring to you.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” our guest replies as if that was all the invitation that he needed to begin. His hand travelled further up my thigh, underneath the hem of my dress to feel the place where lace met my soft skin. He leans into me and asks “Gorgeous can I take you inside and taste that delicious pussy of yours or do you want to look up at the stars while I make you see stars?” I place my hands on his cheeks and look into his eyes giving him my sincerity, “here, now, please I want you.” My man came and sat down beside me and pulled my back onto his lap. I looked up into his eyes while I felt hands sliding up my calves onto my thighs. My skirt was slid up and my legs were spread wide. One hooked onto the back of the bench and the other held by a strong hand. Fingers explored my thighs tantalisingly slowly. I wasn’t wearing any panties so I had no where to hide the slickness seeping out of my pussy. Hands were on my breasts squeezing slightly and I was starting to pant as a fingertip slowly ran up and down up the silky smooth outer lips of my pussy. “Oh yes” I moaned into my mans mouth that was down covering mine with hot french kisses. A finger was circling the exterior of the entrance of my pussy and I was practically begging to be filled. Moving my hips around trying to find something to fill me, I was suddenly held down and let out a sobbing moan. Foreplay with four man hands on you was next level desire. If I hadn’t a tongue in my mouth I would have been embarrassing myself with how much I would have been begging. I couldn’t move my hips, I couldn’t beg, I couldn’t wait to be filled I was dying with need. A finger slowly dipped into me and was pulled out and offered to my lips. “Taste how wet your greedy pussy is,” my man told me. I hungrily licked his finger clean, sucking on it down to the knuckle and taking in and out of my mouth. “Let me taste you too,” my man said as he removed his fingers from my mouth and licked my tongue. Meanwhile my thighs were being licked and I was trying desperately to move my hips to get that tongue inside of me. Still being held down and held open I was in a state where I was the most aroused I had ever been in my life. That tongue was licking up and down the inside and outside of my pussy lips. Every time my lips were freed up for a breath I gulp up oxygen and moaned out carbon dioxide. I was shameless in my desire and begged. I wanted to be naked, I wanted to be taken, I wanted to cum over and over again. And I wanted to be covered in cum, filled the fuck up with cum. Goddamn how can there be so many sensations all at once. Finally, my clit was flicked oh so gently with a tongue and I nearly leapt off the bench. My man held me down and stared into my eyes, devouring my moans and pleads with his kisses. His fingers stroking my nipples through the fabric of my lace bra, gently pinching them, rubbing his fingernails over the sensitive flesh. The top of dress was pushed down at some point it seemed. That tongue circled the opening to my pussy over and over again while I nearly cried with anticipation. And then he ate my clit, gobbled it like cookie monster and I came so undone. A hand muffled my screams and I bit into the fleshy palm. Oh fuck I needed more.
I was being picked up and moved. Maybe I was floating up to the stars? I didn’t care, I just did not want this to end. On all fours now, fingers were in me, one slowly and gently exploring, another joining in the enjoyment of the soaking wet pussy. My thighs glistened in the moonlight as my g-spot was found and pussy juice milked out of me as I squirted repeatedly. “Good girl, give me some more,” I heard as hand slapped the flesh of ass and a tongue licked up the seam of my ass. Another finger pressed into me and the pressure set me off into a fresh spasm of another orgasm. I must have been being too noisy as my mans cock was brought to my lips. I opened willingly and swirled my tongue around the tip of his head. When I Felt a tongue lapping at my ass hole I opened my mouth to moan and got a mouth full of cock instead. “Oh yes keep doing that to her,” my man urged our guest. “She’s fucking moaning all over my cock.” He grabs a fist full of my hair and asks me “Do you like that baby? Your ass being taken care of, your pussy full of fingers and my cock down your throat?” I moaned and took him deeper, as my pussy spasmed again and crushed the fingers inside of it. A thumb slipped into my ass and I moaned harder on the cock in my mouth causing my man grip my hair harder and empty his delicious thick cum into my mouth. He sat sprawled out on bench with me draped all over him breathing heavily. “Our guest must be completely blue balled by now. Let’s take him inside and get him taken care of. Do you think that pretty little mouth of yours can take another load of cum?” my man asks me as he holds my chin and looks into my eyes. “Yes of course. This bench is uncomfortable. Can you please fuck me too?” I ask. “As if you even need to ask,” my man replies.
Stay tuned for part 2
*kisses*
Love Miss Divintiy
Tonight
Tonight I want to feel your touch
Fingertips gliding along the flesh of my hips
Your tongue on my pubic bone
Palms gliding up my thighs
Up and cup my breasts
Let my head fall back
A moan escape my lips
My curls drift along the bed sheets
Lifting my hips up and seeking
The fire in my sacral shakra burns
The passion ignites
Desire lifts my spirits
Wanting to be everything to you
To be irresistible
Take me higher with your touch
Paint my body with your tongue
Bind me
Tease me
Keep me in suspense
See how far I can come undone
Make me come undone
I had a lovely afternoon outside in my backyard today.
Soaking up the winter sunshine and burning off some rather large tree branches that fell on my chicken coop a few months ago.
It's that strange time in Australia where fires are comforting whereas the other half of the year they are an ongoing fear.
There's a big storm a brewing tonight and the sunset colours through the clouds reflected as much.
It was very still in the evening air.
Just a few galah's shrieked in the distance and a few bats flew around as the night crept inwards.
I love fire.
Roasting marshmallows, and sitting by it reading a cheesey romance novel.
Call me a hopeless romantic but whatever, it's the way I am.
I really enjoy the plot of the books and always hate the endindgs.
Even though I know they are always going to end in the same stupid "wedding and baby" way, I still read them.
It would be really nice to pass you a bowl of beef stew and quietly go out and sit and stargaze.
Cuddle and watch the flames.
No words needed.
Just a touch, a firm warm arm around me.
I could crawl into your lap and rest my head on your shoulder.
I could feel your warmth encompass me.
I would love to slide my hand up your thigh, feel you go hard under my touch.
Wanting to know how much you want me, how irresistible I am to you.
Wanting to feel the urgency in your kisses.
Your hands reaching around and grabbing my ass, holding onto me tightly, pressing the core of my heat harder onto your cock.
Take me out by the fire, under a blanket of stars, illuminated by the last of the sun's glow.
Growl into my neck how much you want me.
Show me with your teeth.
Take me to heights I have only ever dreamed of, that I attempt to capture with words.
Hold me like I will shatter without your arms around me.
Tease me like I crave you.
Then make me come undone.
I can’t get this out of my head
I have this scene in my head tonight I can't seem to escape from.
Candle flames flickering onto the ceiling.
The beat of the music rippling along my skin.
My hands above my head,
Fingers tangled in my curls.
Pulling them tight.
Your face between my thighs
Making me see stars.
Your hands holding me open.
Slipping multiple fingers into me.
My hands moving to grip your head,
Dig my nails into your skull.
Scratching at you.
Lifting my hips up to ride your lips.
Grinding into your chin.
Full body shivers erupt through me.
My moans reverberate through the air,
Edging us further onto the plateau of madness.
Oh to be devoured by a man who is willing, skilled and hungry to taste me. It might be one of my greatest wishes.
Just one kiss from you beckons me out onto the razors edge.
Are you hungry baby?
Would you devour me?
Some Evening Thoughts – 6
There are times during my cycle when I just feel like a caged animal.
I need like a few hours to just play instead of a few quick moments during the day to quickly get myself off.
Getting up to clean up my toys while my legs are unsteady and shaking still is okay but damn I need a three hour long fuck session with myself.
Where I could spread out all my toys and pick and choose which ones I want to play with just on a whim.
Where I could drink some wine, put some music on and dance in my lingerie.
Really test out how far I can take my passion and see how many back to back orgasms I could give myself.
I am tired of quickly grabbing an orgasm here and there.
I want to really let go and lose my mind.
I was discussing with a friend today about aging and how it was portrayed to us in the 80s and 90s.
How I would have been considered an old woman in my mid 30s, well past my prime.
How farther from the truth could that be!
Every year I feel stronger, healthier and more vibrant.
Every year my sex drive kicks up another notch.
And as I am approaching my next birthday I have been reflecting a lot within myself on how much we seriously have been lied to.
In 10 years my little one will be old enough to be left alone and I will still be young in my 40s.
I am seriously looking forward to it.
Maybe I will go on a swingers cruise to celebrate.
Be the "other woman" in a couples relationship - although I seem to naturally gravitate towards becoming that.
Interesting how it doesn't even bother me.
Which makes me question my morals.
But I've never been the type of woman to get fussed about marriage to begin with - especially considering I have been engaged twice and married zero times. Both instances were me not committing.
Either I am not a settling down type of woman OR I enjoy having the attention of more than one man OR I just haven't had a man who could capture my full attention and hold it long enough for me to realise I am committed.
I am not really sure.
I do know that the universe likes to play games with me when it comes to men.
"Oh hey you want this man? He is on the other side of the globe - you're welcome!"
For fucks sakes universe - I hate flying and live on a giant island!
"You got there somehow..." - it mocks back at me.
I roll my eyes indignantly at it and flip it the bird.
Why must my romantic interest be so far away?
Praise Kink
Hi baby,
I need to make a confession to you.
I have a newly found praise kink.
Well, I knew that I always liked being called a good girl.
To the point where it makes my pussy tighten and do it a few times and I'll cream myself...
But I heard accidentally on a reel, a guy describing a scenario and I can't get it out if my head. I wish I could find the video again.
I need you to help me reinact it.
Take me from behind,
with your delicious thick cock all up in me,
put one hand on my throat and the other hand run it up and down my back,
pull my hair,
squeeze my breasts,
pull on my nipples,
rub my clit and
tell me I'm a pretty princess. Tell me how good I take daddy's cock.
Tell me I'm such a good girl for taking all of your cock so well,
so deep,
so hard.
Hold my neck and tell me to open my eyes
Tell me to watch myself cum
Tell me not to take my eyes off yours.
Spank me if I shut them
When the pleasure gets too intense
Punish me for being such a naughty girl.
Call me your dirty little slut as you shove your cock
Down my throat.
Oh daddy tie me up on a saint Andrews Cross
With my legs spread wide.
Light A red tall pillar candle and place it between my legs.
Tell me that if I extinguish it, I won't get hot wax poured on me.
Make me try not to drip my pussy juices down onto the candle.
While you torture my breasts
My nipples.
Oh yes please daddy.
And then just for fun
Slap the insides of my thighs
With a paddle
Before you make me cum.
With your fingers now,
So I have to fight myself not to squirt.
All over the candle and extinguish it.
I so want the wax play fun.
The burning heat.
The pain
The exquisite pleasure that comes.
Oh fuck.
Please daddy
I just want to be your little cum slut
Love your dream girl
Xoxo
Trying to sleep
I’m so stressed out
I’m drowning in a giant pile of to-dos
Can you just come here and make love to me until my brain shuts up and I can’t breathe in anything other than the peace that you bring me?
I need to sleep
My eyes are tired
But all I can think about is you
And how in my mind you make me beg for the pleasure only you can bring me.
In my mind when I’m getting myself off it’s your voice whispering in my ear, your deep voice encouraging me to keep my hips pulled back, right there like that where my womaniser hits my clit the most intensely. Your hands trace down my back, across my curves and hold my hips still while they try to grind on the mattress. Your voice telling me to keep still and take the pleasure like a good girl. You tell me to turn it up a notch, my muscles tensing in my legs, oh right there where I hover on the brink of orgasum is so intense, I love it here, being held here, you telling me to hold on, not to cum … not until you tell me. I lovvvvve it when you boss me around, take control of my pleasure hold my hips still. I turn the power up again cause you tell me too and 💥 BOOM 💥 I cum with such a ferocity my orgasum rips through my body I moan and the speed is too intense and I try to roll to get away from my toy. You hold me there, your strong hands have me trapped and I’m going to scream with the intensity of the sensations. You tell me to take it, take the pleasure like your good girl, take it till I cum again. Take it so you’ll fuck me senseless afterwards. Your power, your strength, your dominace, your masculinity, I need it so so much. Like it’s the only thing that keeps me breathing, living for the next moment you put your hands on me.
Divinity Brownwood 