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I love seeing those lines appear, along with her reaction to it.
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That’s right baby girl, get all Daddy inside you.
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No, I don’t know whose house this is. Now get down.
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(via kinkygent)
(via myeroticmoments)
(via pleasefuckmewhilei)
(via blackleatherbelt)
I have these. I miss being in them.
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Anticipation.
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(via keepdaddyhappy)
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Bows
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“How the fuck are you going to fuck me when all my limbs are tied up like this?”
She was already squirming, more frustration than arousal. He was standing by the side of the bed, leaning against the little cabinet that served as a bedside table. He was enjoying the view, and the look on his face only fuelled her frustration some more.
“Seriously. How do you expect to get a cock between my legs when they can’t spread?” She’d managed, somehow, to get a tone out that made it sound like she was genuinely questioning his motives, as if he didn’t know what he was doing.
His head tilted to the side, and he pushed off the table, one hand coming down to grab her chin, pinching in at the finger and thumb, forcing her lips to pucker open, rendering anything she may or may not try to say more akin with baby mewls than actual speech.
“You’re smart. You can figure it out.” He said the words without looking at her, instead watching the way that her hands constantly made little fists, clenching and unclenching, a movement that can’t have been anything other than automatic, unconscious.
The frustration had washed from her eyes, expunged like a bad smell, only to be replaced by the thrill of fear. But she shook her head, trying to convey her confusion. He sighed, one hand idly swatting at her tit, leaving a lurid red flash for a moment.
“Do you not think, even for a moment, that I don’t mean to fuck you? That having you tied and trussed, just like this, is enough for me?” He could almost feel her disappointment, seeping out of her through that one point of contact between them. It felt sticky, magnetic.
“I ‘on ‘oh.” He swatted that exposed breast again. She winced.
“Try again.” She swallowed.
“I. Don’t. Know.” The way she was forced to over enunciate each syllable made her seem simple, and he couldn’t help but smile.
He let go, and she opened and closed her mouth a few times to work out the feel of his fingers against her cheeks.
“Well now you do. You’re not going to get fucked, you wanton little whore. You haven’t earned that privilege today.” He rubbed his own jaw, a sympathetic movement. “Today you just get to be trussed up and pretty. You get to understand that today, I get to enjoy you, and you get to enjoy being enjoyed.”
The undercurrent of implied selfishness didn’t sit exactly well with her, but she really was smart, and smart enough to realise that mouthing off about it would only get her in more trouble. But he’d inflamed her now, and she could feel the heavy pound of blood between her legs, and it made her squirm.
It was only after a few moments that she realised that this was exactly what he had wanted. And only a few moments after that that she realised that, maybe, it was exactly what she did, too.
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(via fuckyeahsirharder)
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you go through your day perfectly benign by outward appearances. hair in place, a smart yet fashionable blouse, a little makeup just to show that you exercise some modicum of self-pride. you go to work and smile your smile, you laugh your laugh at jokes that were only told to fill time, you move your papers from the IN pile to the OUT pile…from 9 to 5, five days a week. so bland…so mindnumbingly bland. but that’s your outward appearance. inside…inside is another story altogether.
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oh fucking god i want!
Ditto!
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(via cumfordaddy)
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