C. Quinn (aliascquinn.tumblr.com)
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It takes an awful lot of sass for me to say this. I genuinely enjoy little sass; they think they are so fierce. It’s adorable.
Love!
Her playful nature captivates me. The little defiant moments, where she petulantly pretends that she can be in charge too. That happy little spark in her eyes is a fire I will never let die. Exercising her independent streak never fails to end with her
A little tip
This night will own you for days. Every step you take, every chair you sit in, every tight pair of panties or jeans that brush against your still aching cunt, will take you back to right here. Right now. When I took you hard enough to sate my lust, and
It is important to give your little these special moments of solace and comfort. Even when they are already in a very happy positive place. Every little needs this.
She’s the kind of girl that others ascribe purity to. She makes white look naturally innocent, she blushes at the first hint of sexual innuendo, she averts her gaze or hides her face when the conversation topic strays to anything remotely taboo even
Yes, cunt. Mine means mine. And I’ll play with my toy whenever the mood takes me. Now spread those legs a little more, and be glad it’s warm outside.
They were like, “talk to me about boys,” and I was like, “no.” And they’re like, “why?” I love her and I love the fact that she doesn’t tolerate that kind of bullshit. There are too many words that define a woman based on her relationship
I saw this and thought of you.
You can’t see my face. I’m above you, and you are lovingly concentrating on burying my cock deep in your throat, until your nose tickles my navel. If you could, you would flush and flood with pride. In these moments, you lift away the stress
That’s right. Don’t blink. Soaking in your adulation while I use your face as a flesh socket… you are such a fun little fucktoy, aren’t you? Oh how cute, you even nod in agreement as you bob on my cock.
A sharp sting to chase away thoughts. Pain brings you to the edge of yourself; sharply cutting through the crowd of thoughts in your mind, a loud caress to quiet the noise pounding behind your eyes.
Jealousy is unbecoming, pet. If you allow such a petty emotion to interfere with pleasing me, how exactly do you think that is going to work out for you?
First you say “I’m a guppie”… …thanks for that kick in the nostalgia, Tumblr.
I love watching you with a new toy, little one. It’s always interesting to me to see which of your girlfriends you’re tender with, and which you’ve got a rougher touch. I can see how much you care for this one; that explains why you took so long
No girls, she’s not broken. She’s found her place and accepted it. See the eager attentiveness in her eyes? She is proof that your hope isn’t unwarranted. Proof that you can be brought low, reduced to your most basic primal self, and find your true
You were made for this. The question in your eyes isn’t why am I using you this way, but the hopeful reflection and doubt as to whether or not you are pleasing enough.
My fun little exhibitionist pets are more than happy to play anywhere at all, and when given permission to touch themselves and each other they waste no time. Pulling over on the side of the road is given less than a moments thought; they simply can’t
I’ll turn you into the center of attention, allow you to experience the full onslaught of our affection. It will hurt, it will feel deliciously good, and I promise we will take you places in your own mind you’ve never been. It will overwhelm you;
I’ll conquer parts of you that no one has ever touched before and leave you panting, wanting more.
It’s a mistake to think that you have to feel pleasure in order to be pleasing. Your use is whatever I determine it to be. You can trust that I’ll satisfy myself with you… and that’s what brings you pleasure, even in the most physically unpleasant
Things are never on equal footing between us, a fact that both scares and delights you. You find the power exchange intoxicating; it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt, more intense than you had imagined, and sometimes… it’s deliciously shameful,
vainempires: aliascquinn: vainempires: aliascquinn: vainempires: aliascquinn: vainempires: aliascquinn: vainempires: aliascquinn: vainempires: aliascquinn: vainempires: I could only ever dream of being this broken. What a curious choice
Words of tenderness, yet with a subtle shift of intonation they might as well be words whispered from predator to prey. The raw, visceral intimacy of seeing a woman and knowing, to your very core, that you will conquer her. That you will find her reservat
This is one of my favorite positions for forced orgasm play. You are both getting and not getting what you want; forced to cum again and again you are receiving more pleasure than you can handle, but you are not getting to feel those powerful, shuddering
I looked into you and you could not hide anymore. Your wants, your needs, the desires you had tried to stamp out because it confused you how your body reacted to things you had been taught were dirty, wrong, perverse. I saw that conflict within you, and
She playfully claims that she will peek, yet even as her fingers brush the smooth silk of the tie she feels his hand close around her forearm. His power is literally irresistible. Even though it is but a fraction of his attention, the rest of his concentr
I can be sure of how much it hurts just from the look on your face. And from the wet heat coating my balls I know just how good it feels, too.
You know you were put here to serve, don’t you little one?
vainempires: Only me. No other person has ever made me orgasm. It could be phenomenally empowering, but it is not. The worthlessness created in me is utterly obliterating. It is a hollow in the absolute of my being.It is not through lack of sexual partne
