What Kind Of Sex Would You Like To Have Right Now, In Words Only.

I go between two very different states of mind.

On one hand I want to make love with someone I care deeply for, our bodies intertwined and sweaty. Kissing and teasing each other, exploring one another’s bodies…

On the other, I want to be taken by a brute of a man with big forearms and completely fucking used like the little slut that I am. Overpowered, dominated, used, in every way that he can imagine.

In both scenarios I cum intensely and there’s lots of after care.

Hopefully one day *sigh
 
I just want to be ridden with titties in the face into oblivion.


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As a small number of you will know and an overwhelming majority of you won’t, I am 6’6, my hands are absolutely gargantuan.

What I would like right now, is to put those fingers to work; slowly massaging a sensitive clit, deliberate yet slow. Patiently letting that flower open and become slick so it is glistening.

Gently easing that middle and index finger slowly inside. Pausing to revel in the breaching of your resistance, bathing in the glory of your heat and wetness.

Feel those fingertips tentatively connect to your cervix, partly because I can. Show you I can achieve depths that some can’t. Curl, hook and arch those fingers up and back to massage your clit from within, allowing the autonomy to brush your clit externally with my thumb or perhaps suck upon you.

Allowing those fingers to straighten, gently pressuring your spongy g-spot, a rhythmic massaging and application of pressure, I want you engorged and ripe for me.

Absolutely no desire to stop any time soon and I want to see those knees ultimately involuntarily snap shut because you’re overloaded.

Then it would be time for the sex
 
As a small number of you will know and an overwhelming majority of you won’t, I am 6’6, my hands are absolutely gargantuan.

What I would like right now, is to put those fingers to work; slowly massaging a sensitive clit, deliberate yet slow. Patiently letting that flower open and become slick so it is glistening.

Gently easing that middle and index finger slowly inside. Pausing to revel in the breaching of your resistance, bathing in the glory of your heat and wetness.

Feel those fingertips tentatively connect to your cervix, partly because I can. Show you I can achieve depths that some can’t. Curl, hook and arch those fingers up and back to massage your clit from within, allowing the autonomy to brush your clit externally with my thumb or perhaps suck upon you.

Allowing those fingers to straighten, gently pressuring your spongy g-spot, a rhythmic massaging and application of pressure, I want you engorged and ripe for me.

Absolutely no desire to stop any time soon and I want to see those knees ultimately involuntarily snap shut because you’re overloaded.

Then it would be time for the sex
Swoon🥵!
 
The kind where I don't need to say what I want because he already knows me so well. Our hands exploring each other until he decides it's time to shove me on the bed and take what I'm offering. I want to feel a man above me, forcing my legs wide apart, teasing me for just the right amount of time before thrusting into my eager wetness. Making my toes curl by giving me the roughness I crave.
 
The kind where I don't need to say what I want because he already knows me so well. Our hands exploring each other until he decides it's time to shove me on the bed and take what I'm offering. I want to feel a man above me, forcing my legs wide apart, teasing me for just the right amount of time before thrusting into my eager wetness. Making my toes curl by giving me the roughness I crave.
I was going to say something tender and caring, but fuck yes to this.
 
The kind where I don't need to say what I want because he already knows me so well. Our hands exploring each other until he decides it's time to shove me on the bed and take what I'm offering. I want to feel a man above me, forcing my legs wide apart, teasing me for just the right amount of time before thrusting into my eager wetness. Making my toes curl by giving me the roughness I crave.
Well spoken. ;)
 
The kind where I don't need to say what I want because he already knows me so well. Our hands exploring each other until he decides it's time to shove me on the bed and take what I'm offering. I want to feel a man above me, forcing my legs wide apart, teasing me for just the right amount of time before thrusting into my eager wetness. Making my toes curl by giving me the roughness I crave.
Well said.. 😈😈😈😈😈 @curious_slut !!
 
The kind where I can completely give up control. Turn my thoughts off and just do what I’m told. I’ve been spinning too many plates and I want to let it all fall away and I want to tumble into the bedroom as nothing but a pet, an object, a toy. Turn my brain off with someone I can trust and just have them use me for pleasure. The whole time, of course, they’d also be telling me what a good girl I am, that they love how tight and wet I am, that they’re gonna fuck me till I can’t remember my own name.
 
That kind of sex where I would be forced to stay while I feel like run away and hide. Where I couldn't move while I feel I would fight it and do everything but being still. That kind of sex where I would be forced just to feel things and let go no matter how hard I find it to give in sometimes. I just want that kind of sex that breaks every wall, every resistance, every fear and leaves me breathless and sore for weeks. That kind of sex where I would end up offering myself willingly to Him as a living sacrifice to which he can and would do whatever pleases Him. That kind of sex I crave atm.
 
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