Watch me edge.
You’d have the front row seat to my suffering, because suffering is exactly what it would be. You’d sit back in your chair, perfectly relaxed and comfortable, while I’m ordered to spread my legs and display myself to you in the most exposing of ways. I’d show you a hole that’s only in the early stages of its throbbing, but that wouldn’t be the case when you’re through with me. No, by the time you’re through with me, you will never have encountered a wetter, needier, more desperate pussy. You will never have seen a woman so shamelessly hungry for your cock.
"Rub," you’d command, and the show would begin. I’d rub myself slowly at first, but my pace would increase with the pleasure. You’d watch as my head fell back and my mouth dropped open, releasing moan after breathy moan. You’d watch my other hand reach up and pull at my taut nipple, longing for some kind of pain. As I got closer to the edge, you’d watch my toes curl and my fingers work more urgently as my breathing becomes erratic and my muscles strain with tension. But as soon as the first “please” drops from my lips, you’d order me to stop.
That’s how you’d torture me. Again and again, you’d make me rub myself until I’m at the brink of an orgasm. Again and again, you’d make me stop at the last second. You’d watch your tight little pussy get shinier with need, watch my fingers tremble every time I have to begin again, every time I have to touch that sensitive, aching, tense little nub. I’d start getting closer faster, start begging louder and more desperately. Anyone eavesdropping would think I’m begging for my life with the way I’d cry out in frustration each time you’d deny me. Sometimes you’d order me to finger-fuck myself, to insert one finger, then two, then three. Sometimes you’d order me to get on my hands and knees, to bring myself close with my thighs quivering and my ass presented to you. The position wouldn’t matter to me. At that point, I’d do anything for an orgasm. Perhaps I’d even be desperate enough to say so, needy little whore that I am. You’d keep that in mind for later. Finally, you’d relent, but only once you’re out of your chair and on top of me. Only once you’re entering me with one swift, hard thrust and feeling your pussy clench with need will you say the magic words: “Cum for me.”
Some variation of those words would always come before an intense release.
Otherwise, there would be no release at all.
1. When I told you I wanted to kill myself, you left your job and drove 300 miles to see me- On the way down, you called your parents and said you wouldn’t be coming home. You’ve lived with me ever since.
2. When you were in the hospital, you were taken away for a procedure that I wasn’t allowed to attend. You tried to run out of the room to see me twice and had to be dragged back in.
3. When I fell apart one night after my grandma died, you put me in the car and we drove at high speed to the beach and back in the dark. You told me it’s harder to be upset when you’re windswept.
4. When I brought you flowers for the first time, you cried with happiness. You then cried again when they died, because you felt sorry for them.
5. Whenever I’ve had a bad day, you get me a small teddy. I put them on the chair in the corner, and you think I don’t cuddle them, but when you’re at work I give them all a kiss and imagine it’s you.
Five reasons I knew I’d marry you. (via lilith-not-eve)
omfg so today I saw a man and a woman holding hands in public, i mean i don’t have anything against heterosexuality but don’t flaunt it in front of me, think of the kids omfg
I don’t have anything against it either. I really don’t. My best friend is straight, but like, keep it in the bedroom you know?
well he really should have worn more protective clothing if he didn’t want that to happen
sounds to me like he was asking for it
Are we really sure he was actually shot and decapitated? Idk, sounds like something he would’ve made up. Guys make false decapitation accusations all the time, you know.
If he didn’t want to be decapitated, he shouldn’t have worn a shirt that showed off his neck
I mean, not all woman decapitate people. I’m not like that.