Kindness topping

Listen, you little shortening and sugar avoidant little whore...

I am gonna strap you to a brass bed, immobile against goose-down pillows and slowly feed you one-by-one and ENTIRE package of Oreo's after wiping creamy-greasy-sickly-sweet-frosting all OVER your nubile young body.

Then I am going to lick EVERY inch of you clean whilst choking down those calories with icy-cold milk.

Then I am going to brush my teeth before french-kissing the last morsels of chocolate cookie crumbs from you, lest the inside and the outside of the oreo ever meet....


Sincerely,

Jack "Mother-Fuckin" Sprat
 
This is maybe my new favorite thread of all time. :)


What's that bitch? Oh yes I am gonna feed you tonight. I'm gonna feed you this home-cooked meal of antioxidant-rich foods for heart health, and you're gonna take every last bit of it. Take it, bitch. Take it all. For heart health.
 
"SIT DOWN!"
If you are don't sit, I can't serve you your favourite meal. Oh yes, I am Topping from the bottom, and you are going to sit there and eat it!
Whilst you are eating it, I will sit on the floor in front of you and massage your feet.
Once I have finished your feet, I am going to boil a kettle and make you the best goddamn coffee you have ever tasted, and you are going to have to swallow it. What? You want sugar? How about some caramel syrup instead, and cream. Oh and you can forget about washing up too!
 
Lets mix up this boot licking thing. Today I’ll take you to the shoe store so you can drool over those.
 
OK, that's it, I am at my limit with you and your tender shenanigans!

You are going to lay down right now on a throne of pillows and I am going to slowly strip and kiss every accessible and then every shadowed inch of you with my adoring mouth until my lips soothe and solve the jigsaw of you. You will want to resist of course, but know that I will be unrelenting until you can once again feel reassembled and whole, and terribly beautiful framed in the arms of me.

And you are gonna like it.
 
Hmmm... I think I could bottom for a kindness top ;) Or switch.

You're going to lay back in that recliner with a glass of port in one hand and a chocolate caramel brownie in the other. Yes, nibble the brownie, sip the port and relax.
 
"You're gonna get so fucking wet for me, baby. But you'd better keep your mouth shut. I don't want you swallowing any Splash Mountain water."

"Look into my eyes while you eat that Dole Whip Float!"

I'd be super into Disneyland Doms, hah.
 
I bet you want a taste, don't you, baby?

Of Gordon Ramsay's famous beef wellington! Man, I love watching Hell's Kitchen with you!
 
Strip. Now.

You are so getting the fuck bath-bombed out of you tonight.

(bump)
 
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Strip off your heels and stockings and lay down on your stomach. I am going to massage the living fuck out of your sore, tired (sexy) feet.

(Great idea for a thread. Thx for resurrecting it).
 
Strip off your heels and stockings and lay down on your stomach. I am going to massage the living fuck out of your sore, tired (sexy) feet.

(Great idea for a thread. Thx for resurrecting it).

:D

You are sending a clear massage with that kind of treatment.
 
Just have a seat while I serve you dinner. I won't ask you anything about your FEELINGS or tell you what Karen did at work again.

Enjoy.
 
...as long as i dont rub her the wrong way. That could cause friction between us.

Nailed it. You’d become an arch enemy.

Just have a seat while I serve you dinner. I won't ask you anything about your FEELINGS or tell you what Karen did at work again.

Enjoy.

I for one have Karen masochism and love the delicious pain that comes from hearing about that thing with Karen and her ongoing struggles with CVS CarePass. Also Excel.
 
Nailed it. You’d become an arch enemy.



I for one have Karen masochism and love the delicious pain that comes from hearing about that thing with Karen and her ongoing struggles with CVS CarePass. Also Excel.

Short and to the point. Said the bard: Bevity is the soul of wit.

Karen needs a foot massage badly
 
Listen slut, I'll only tell you this one time - sit down NOW, by the fire. Stop shoveling the snow in the driveway. Do NOT take your eyes off the football game or else!
 
Did I stutter? No, I certainly did not. You and I are going to your friend’s holiday party with the silly games and the ugly sweaters and the overplayed music and you are gonna ENJOY it, do you hear me? Yes, her neighbor will be flirty after her third glass of wine, but my eyes are gonna be on you the whole night, making sure your glass is full. Don’t even think of back talk, my love, or else I’ll have to do the dishes, the laundry AND the floors tomorrow, do ya hear me?

Good. That’s better.
 
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