“I Missed You” While Forcing Myself Inside. I Missed Your Whines And Pleas. I Missed The Way You

Spank her until she’s so wet she can’t even remember what she’s being punished before, but with every smack she promises to never do it again.

I need someone to do this to me.

Spank me.

Put me in my place.

Tell me what a naughty girl I’ve been.

Thick girls are so fucking hot.

Like youve been made whole for the first time.

Like heat between your legs.

Like this is where you were meant to be.

Like a moan you don’t have nearly the strength to hold back was rising dangerously high in your chest.

Like you’d never have to worry about making a decision again for the rest of your life.

Like fire was melting away all of your inhibitions and molding you into exactly what I desired.

he’s so pretty i wonder how his hands around my neck would feel like

I love this idea so much. You can have your own shadow of a life with a perfectly fine man, but the remnants of my ownership of you are enough to leave you constantly wondering and hoping. You wake up sweating and soaked in the middle of the night dreaming about me. You almost see my face in the crowd and you think about me for days. Your husband tries hard for you, as hard as he can, but he cannot quite reach the places that I took possession of inside of you. Your new life is a mask, sitting ill-fittingly over the broken part of you that is mine forever, like your ring sitting crookedly on the finger that will never again be what it was supposed to be. You pretend to be happy for his sake, but your smiles never quite reach the eyes I looked into as I bred you on your wedding night. The times when I do hunt you down and take you anew, it’s like time has frozen still and it’s the first time all over. Your gasps as I bite your neck, your breasts and your thighs, brazenly marking you for him to see and envy, a living breathing emblem of his unworthiness and your undying devotion to your rapist. As you beg for orgasm, my fingers deep inside of you and my cock in your ass, I force you to tell me over and over again who you belong to. I hope you were planning on another baby “with him”, because you’re not leaving here until we both know on a metaphysical level that even your womb has submitted to my whims.

I had no idea you liked being slapped on the face, I’ll make sure to do lots of that. 2 extra cheeks to mark as my property. I want your entire body to be sore from what I’ve done to you, so that no matter what you try to do, you can’t shake the memory or the aftereffects of me. You can’t sit down because your ass is raw from my spankings, I am your only comfort in this life. You cannot smile because your cheeks are bruised and your throat sore from having my cock shoved down it. I am your only happiness. You can’t raise your arms to put food in your mouth because they still have rope burn from being tied down, I am your only sustenance. The only respite you have left is your mind, but you discover that even praying won’t help, because now, I am your God.

oh darling, you must be new here. i want you to give me the best orgasms of my life against my will; you are the only man capable of giving me such pleasure. i want to finally start to date after the trauma and find a bad boy i know i shouldn't like. i want you to follow me home from a date with him where he tells me he loves me, tie me to a chair and make me watch him fucking all these other women. watch me as my heart breaks before you break my ribs; you are the only man capable of protecting my heart. years go by and i don't hear from you. i start to believe you really are gone, moved on to your next play thing. a mutual friend introduces me to a good man, a kind man, a boring man, but a safe man. he asks my dad for his permission to marry me. you break in that night and breed me before breaking my ring finger; you are the only man who i commit my life to. by some miracle i don't conceive your child but the knuckles of my ring finger are forever swollen and mauled. it heals and the ring is resized to fit over them. the day comes and vows are exchanged. that night my husband is tied to the cuck chair in our honeymoon suite and made to watch as i cum all over your cock for hours on end; you are the only man and anyone else is second. a year later, nobody in our family knows why the baby we hold bears no resemblance to its father, but we do. five years later, my husband catches me looking at my ring as my other hand rests upon my chest. what he doesn't know is i'm not looking at the ring, i'm fantasizing about the man who broke the finger beneath the ring, and the ribs beneath my other hand; you are the only man i desire.

i need an anon name for you

Just wait until I see you next…

girls who were raised to not talk to strangers who are now rubbing their clit frantically to perverts in their dms >>>

Staring you right in the face and not letting you look away as I reply “Exactly. Like. This.” And cum deep inside you.

Moaning "not like this" as your pussy clenches around your rapist's cock and you realize you're gonna come from being raped