He sucked on my lower lip so hard. His lips were firm and cold. His tongue wet and electric. His hands were everywhere at once. I felt like a puppet controlled by his entire existence.
He took me so deep that the beginning doesn’t exist. He leaves marks in a way that they remind of him every moment. I am addicted. Morals have ceased to exist. It’s his line, and I take whatever he gives me. I tell no lies because he owns them all.
He says that the true mark of ownership comes with a permanent proof. He says that bites and stamps would heal. He wants to leave crumbs of reality for me and my family in our lives that constantly remind us of our purpose. He aspires to raise a lineage which breaks the societal norms and shows the true nature that we were too scared to act on. He wants to mark us in ways that transcends lives. He rewards everyone in my family with a swollen womb.
He doesn’t realise how happy he makes them. His cum is so precious and fulfils the void in their lives. He deserves all the respect, love and services. He deserves to choose who he wants and how he wants them. I hope he knows his true purpose and worth.
He never does anything to hurt me. He just wants to make sure that I’m not alone, and it makes me feel so special. He marks me so I never forget that I belong somewhere.
I don’t know where you are and when will I meet you. I fantasise about you without even knowing if you exist or not. It’s just that I can’t say no to you for anything, and it’s not even scaring me now.
It’s ain’t enough. To sit there pinching and groping your heavy chest and nipples, shoving your fingers in your mouth trying to reach your throat, to take pictures of yourself naked for strangers just so they’d talk to you, to bitting your lips as you sink in your fingers in your boipussy making your clitty limp of a cock drip every second as you edge to pictures of cock. It’s never been enough.
I had this dream pretty early in the morning where I was hanging out with a bunch of guys at my apartment. There were all intoxicated and so was I with my own thoughts. I knew a few of them from my school and there were a few who were new to me. A few of them were so out of control that they started touching me inappropriately. I had to act out and started pushing them away. I even asked my school friends to help me get them out, though none of them did. I ended up getting my body groped by them. Just the thought of how much cum I could end up with in that single night turned me on so much, and yet I could do nothing just because I’m closeted. I didn’t wanna stop them and wished they were mean and took over me entirely. I felt like that girl in the gangbang videos who would take it all while being treated like an object and didn’t move a finger to do anything against that. I woke up feeling like that was true in my real life too. I couldn’t be who I really am just because I can’t imagine what the society would make of me if they only knew what’s on my mind all the time.
I feel like there are times when I just run away from it, but still end up at the same place
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