Like Youve Been Made Whole For The First Time.

As the door opens and I see him standing there, my eyes burn holes into his as I stare him down and pump ferociously into your sopping wet cunt, my hips thrusting against yours, him flinching with the sound of the rhythm. I lean down and, without breaking eye contact, sink my teeth into your neck and watch his entire body deflate as the shriek your mouth lets out pierces his entire identity. After he leaves and you collapse on the bed out of exhaustion, my cum dripping out of you, I decide that this will be a special night and drop to my knees on the floor, pulling your hips toward me. I pull your legs over my shoulders and lazily run my hands up and down your stomach as I give your cunt a lingering look, it’s so beautiful swollen and seeping. Then I lean down toward a spot just above your right knee and sink my teeth into your flesh, biting deep and hard enough to deeply bruise. After about 5 seconds i move to your left thigh and do the same, leaving a deep bruise there. Then I part your folds and slide my tongue deep into your cunt, tasting us, penetrating you to your soul, and then sucking your clit into my mouth, running my tongue over it as I slide fingers inside of you. I push you to your edge, til you’re begging me with every fiber of your being to let you cum all over me, then finally I allow it. Then I move back down to your thighs again, and leave another deep bite mark there. I will mark you every time I make you cum tonight, and he will hear every bit of it. You will wear my markings for weeks, and by the time they’re gone, your stomach will swell for me. The opportunity for him to hear you beg another man for an orgasm and occasionally watch as you cum around the cock of a man raping your soul is all he’ll ever get from you, and all he deserves. Every real part of you is mine, forever.

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

Anyone can withdraw consent at any time.

Anyone can withdraw consent at any time.

Anyone can withdraw consent at any time.

Anyone can withdraw consent at any time.

Anyone can withdraw consent at any time.

Anyone can withdraw consent at any time.

Anyone can withdraw consent at any time.

It will be enough when I say it

By the time you can put together the words “please don’t”, you’re already cumming on his cock like the whore he always knew you were. He knows that you mean “don’t stop” and holds a hand over your mouth while he thrusts harder and deeper into you

Today's fantasy: Grinding in a friend's lap at a party, too drunk to realize they've pulled my panties aside until their dick is fully inside me, too horny to ask them to stop when I feel them cumming.

No, and finish your drink. Yes all of it.

hey can you stop placing your palm on my abdomen over the location of my womb and salivating and letting your eyes glaze over with possessive ill intent when i'm talking to you

Delicate girls getting wet thinking about being treated violently is such a beautiful dichotomy.

i’m delicate but i like being handled roughly

raping the birthday girl in the bathroom at her party

There is a beauty in the juxtaposition of the cute, sweet, bubbly, laughing girl and the cold violence about to be visited upon her.

When she's a cute little princess and all I want to do is fucking abuse her