at this point if I see you reblog something about giving dommes aftercare and then I check our dms and see that I give you 100% of the aftercare when we play I'm fucking blocking you. y'all need to stop just reblogging this shit for the aesthetics. practice what you fucking preach. do y'all understand how fucking low the bar is here? how sad it is that I've given up on asking for aftercare and am now just begging that you don't pretend you do it if you don't? I can't even say "I won't play with any subs who won't give me aftercare" because then I Would Never Get To Domme.
desperately need a pretty girl to finish in my throat before holding me close and rambling about whatever interest she wants while i just lay there listening to her gorgeous voice tell me all about it, smiling to myself as i know im the luckiest girl in the world
Is penetration of the cervix unrealistic? Yeah. Is it hot as fuck in monster erotica when the monster’s cock is too big to fit without penetrating the cervix? Fuck yeah. 🥵
Muzzling them would be so specifically pleasurable for me because I know how bad their oral fixation is. I know how pitifully they would wine if I made them hump my boot while a teased them for being too needy and naughty to have the privilege of sucking me off. Grabbing their muzzle and using it to drag their face around my crotch, overwhelming them with the smell and the feeling and the closeness but knowing they’re utterly powerless to get what they want. Because that’s the dynamic, isn’t it? When puppies disbehave, they don’t get what they want.
i have literally been desperate to get tied up for years. i wish i could say i was exaggerating. but god god god like. like. like. i NEED to be tied up i need to lose control of what happens to me i need to be overpowered i need to be put in my place i need to surrender. god. i need to surrender
You need to bite your partner, you need to get a mouthful of them, you need to leave marks, you need to strain your throat from how hard you’re kissing them, you need to drag teeth over sensitive flesh, you need to pant your hot breath on the back of their neck, you need to go for the throat, you have to do this or you do not love them, you just fucking don’t
demon girls who are immune to the effects of alcohol should take you to a bar and keep convincing you to have another drink, and another, and maybe just another, 'cause you wanna be fun, right? you don't wanna be a buzzkill, just one more, and another after that, and while sure, it's not like you could have actually fought them off before, they're each a foot taller then you and could easily have just pinned you down or carried you off, they just love your drunken little protests as they drag you into the alley out back, ripping your clothes off and taking you against that damp brick wall lit only by neon reflections in the myriad puddles around you. It's just so much better for them when you simply can't consent.