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beggingforpermission: crimson-uncovered: Relax and let me take care of you. Using my mouth to alleviate you of the day’s stresses satisfies two sides of me; the cock-hungry side and the side that loves to please. I want to be of use that way. I want
exposedlonging: crimson-uncovered: The sex that I dream about is the kind of sex where you just. can’t. get enough. It’s wild, violent sex that I think about. Maybe it’s the stuff of erotica or films, but the kind of sex I crave is the kind that
xspanked-masters-petx: subgirlygirl: crimson-uncovered: Be mean to me I am not talking about the kind of mean where my self-esteem is at peril, or the kind of mean where I feel bullied. I don’t want hurt feelings or a broken heart. No, the kind of
damiensway: crimson-uncovered: masterprofessor: They weren’t ever really yours to begin with. My body was created for a man’s pleasure. Growing up, I always wanted to belong to someone. It would be several years before I fully understood in what
gentle-dominant: redheaddgrrrl: sheknowsherplace: crimson-uncovered: Train me. I want this kind of behavior to be engrained into me. It’s an exciting idea, the idea that I could be made to obey with just the crook of a finger. The idea that I would
azsir: freedom-in-ropes: crimson-uncovered: I’m owned if you can make me feel pretty and perverse. It would be a perfect balance, treating me like the lady I appear to be and then fucking me like the filthy whore you know I am. It would satisfy every
eenslaved: crimson-uncovered: I want to be a vessel for your cum. Some nights, that’s exactly what I’d be. You’d send me to bed twenty minutes earlier than usual, ordering me to wait for you with my panties lowered to my thighs. “On your stomach,”
fluffybitz: crimson-uncovered: Bite me mercilessly. I don’t think I would enjoy it, but that’s the point. It’s so strange to desire something that I know I’d hate, but I never said my masochism was nonexistent. The only thing is that you’d
domontheside: crimson-uncovered: Beat me. I say that as a non-masochist. I say that as a woman who doesn’t derive pleasure from pain itself, but from the purpose behind the pain. If I want you to beat me, it’s not because I crave aches and stings
cherished-property: crimson-uncovered: We were waiting for the train and I was being incessantly pouty because he wouldn’t let me go to the other side of the city to retrieve a pair of boots I keep at the office. They’re super sexy and I wanted
rocsparrow: littlebrattywhitebunny: crimson-uncovered: We were waiting for the train and I was being incessantly pouty because he wouldn’t let me go to the other side of the city to retrieve a pair of boots I keep at the office. They’re super sexy
littlemissmorecurious: kneelinggirl: crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice: “No.” “Behave.” “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” “Don’t you dare.” “Get over my knee.” “You’ll do
femsubdenial: beggingforpermission: crimson-uncovered: Let me do your chores. I don’t take pleasure in cleaning or doing laundry, but if you hand me a list of tasks and send me off with a swat to the ass, I’ll be the most enthusiastic maid you
1womanofwonder: crimson-uncovered: I’m always thinking slutty thoughts. You’d never guess, though. It’s never apparent on my face, never evident in my body language. It’s a side effect of being one of the quiet ones, I suppose. Keep to yourself
housewifeswag: kneelinggirl:crimson-uncovered:Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as
sublimewifey: crimson-uncovered: Let’s choose the back row. That’s where lovers go. That’s where wandering fingers find slowly hardening cocks and erect nipples, throbbing pussies and soaked panties. That how my body would react, next to you
kravemychocolatekurves: crimson-uncovered: Tears aren’t always a bad thing. Crying while being fucked most likely won’t mean that I want you to stop, and it won’t mean that something is wrong. More often than not, it’s simply how my brain copes
redsgirl1021: crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll
the-redheaded-harlot: crimson-uncovered: Let me do your chores. I don’t take pleasure in cleaning or doing laundry, but if you hand me a list of tasks and send me off with a swat to the ass, I’ll be the most enthusiastic maid you could ask for.
theladyjanedoe: fuckmedaddy-please: naughtykittykittykat: crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll
a-curious-kitten:kneelinggirl:crimson-uncovered:Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do
princ3ss-b: crimson-uncovered:Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll beat
ernesthemingwayerotica: crimson-uncovered: I’m totally against gender roles in general, but they’re so sexy to me in a D/s context. Yes, make me cook you stuff in nothing but a frilly apron. Make me do your laundry. Make me do my hair and makeup
littlebitsoflust: crimson-uncovered: I will worship every part of you. I will savor every part like I savor every moment. I will revel in the feel of every inch of skin that slides underneath my lips and every bead of sweat I taste. Every ridge, curve,
littlesbdsmddlgblog: crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re
loveslittlebird: mybloodisbass: crimson-uncovered: I’m shyer than you think. I’m so much bolder in my brain. In my fantasies, I’m a shameless little vixen. I know exactly what to say to drive you insane with lust, but honestly? The reality is
gentledom: crimson-uncovered: I want the neighbors to hear. Let’s be the obnoxious lovers who can’t keep it down. I’m convinced that some headboards are meant to be gripped in masculine hands, meant to be used as leverage for forceful fucking.
littleteapot64: fuckmedaddy-please: naughtykittykittykat: crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice: “No.” “Behave.” “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” “Don’t you dare.” “Get over my knee.”
naughtykittykittykat: crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll
domontheside: submissivefeminist: submissivedreamer: crimson-uncovered: “Please let me come.” All week, he’d made me edge every six hours. I’d brought myself to the very brink again and again, never allowing myself to break the rules. I wouldn’t
degradedpig: beggingforpermission: crimson-uncovered: “Not yet, girl.” I will suffer. You will deny me, and I will nod in obedience, but I will be suffering. I’ll tighten all my muscles, hold my breath, clench my eyes shut, and bite my lip so
daddysdlg: owned-little-kitten: crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re
tiemedownsexmeup: secretsluttysubmissive: mxnsterpup: crimson-uncovered: Pin me down and assault me with your mouth. Ropes and cuffs aren’t necessary when your body is equally as capable of enslaving me. Your bare hands and sheer force would be
crimson-uncovered: Kitchens can satisfy more than one kind of hunger. Like most hungers, I imagine that the hunger for a good fuck is only temporarily sated. It may strike at the least opportune times. Like, for example, when it’s time to cook dinner.
crimson-uncovered: submissivefeminist: I’ve been a bad girl, sir… Confessing makes me squirmy. It’s not the good kind of squirmy, but it feels like it is. I’m squirming because I’m anxious, but the physical symptoms are the same as that of
crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll
crimson-uncovered: Talk to me. It’s the surest way to make me beg. Your whispered words go straight from your mouth to my eardrums, to that special part of my brain that controls the rhythm of the throb in between my legs. I pulsate with the cadence
crimson-uncovered: We’ll writhe on the floor like animals. That’s where I’d always be, anyway. On my knees, with your cock in my mouth. Always at the halfway point, just a second away from being sprawled out on the hardwood with my legs spread.
crimson-uncovered: I’m going to wait, just like that. It’s because you’ll tell me to, of course. You’ll tell me to lie flat on my back, knees up and legs spread. You’ll tell me to press my palms against my thighs and hold absolutely still.
crimson-uncovered: Be mean to me. I am not talking about the kind of mean where my self-esteem is at peril, or the kind of mean where I feel bullied. I don’t want hurt feelings or a broken heart. No, the kind of mean I want is the kind of mean where
crimson-uncovered:I like to hump things naked. It’s usually a pillow, but it’s never enough. It’s never as firm as a cock, and it always needs frequent adjusting. Still, I don’t think that matters too much because it’s still practice. It’s
crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll beat your ass.”“Watch
crimson-uncovered: It’s not just your cock I’d like to choke on. Your fingers, though nowhere near as glorious as your cock, would get the job done just fine. I’m hungry for any part of you, greedy for a taste of whatever you’d give me. Whether
crimson-uncovered: I’m shyer than you think. I’m so much bolder in my brain. In my fantasies, I’m a shameless little vixen. I know exactly what to say to drive you insane with lust, but honestly? The reality is much, much tamer. The reality is
crimson-uncovered: 7:30AM: *has two hard orgasms by riding a pillow with clothespins on nipples and panties stuffed in mouth* 8:30AM: *goes to work dressed like the most ladylike of ladies who would never do such a thing*
crimson-uncovered:It’s not cock worship without eye contact.My mouth will do most of the work. You’ll be hard and leaking as I kiss my way down your shaft, pressing my lips to your cock as reverently as I’d kiss your feet. I’d run my lips down
crimson-uncovered: Train me. I want this kind of behavior to be engrained into me. It’s an exciting idea, the idea that I could be made to obey with just the crook of a finger. The idea that I would know exactly what to do with just one quick, silent
crimson-uncovered:Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern Daddy-voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll
crimson-uncovered: I crave a relationship in which I can be unapologetically my submissive self. It would be nice not having to justify my submissive quirks. Not having to defend all of the things I may say or do, all of the little things that add up
crimson-uncovered: I want the impossibility of escape. It is one of my simplest, most frequent fantasies, to be bound and gagged and utterly helpless. There is no story behind the fantasy, no context for how I ended up in this predicament. I am simply
crimson-uncovered: I want you. Ass up feels like the only appropriate way to silently show it, to lift my hips in the air and slide those panties down my thighs. It’s not a matter of seduction; it’s not even a way to tease. It is simply the most
crimson-uncovered: “Do we need to fix your attitude with my belt or hand?” — (via domguy85)
