DAMN YOU'S A SEXY FISH

withmyheartwideopen:

cindersk:

masters-littleone:

Come on little one.. try and keep it in your mouth.. work for it sweet. 

Can you catch it, babygirl?

Don’t you just hate it when your food plays with you?

Fuck that. I will turn dominant so fast. And if I can’t reposition myself, I will shut my mouth. I don’t care if that gets me in trouble. You either want your cock in my mouth or you don’t. No games.

(Source: nakednstuff, via littlebitsoflust)

butterotica:

     She lived for these moments, when he lay curled around her, his member still twitching and slick with her juices. She wanted to lay here forever, her body covered in marks from his rough hands, her eyes tracing the perfect impression of his teeth on her ample heaving breasts, his cum slowly leaking from her happily abused sex. She loved to touch his heated skin, tracing meaningless patterns on his flesh while they both tried to catch their collective breaths. Occasionally she would reach down and run a finger over his slowly deflating cock, giggling as it twitched lazily upwards as if still seeking her tight wet slit.

     She loved him like this. His energy depleted, his needs satiated, and his mind loose and wandering aimlessly. She would ask him questions just to watch his brow furrow, his eyebrows knitted in concentration as he attempted to form his thoughts and express them appropriately. It made her smile to listen to his replies, devoid of his usual dominant behaviour and mumbled in to her ear with a low rumble, his arms wrapped loosely around her.

     For the longest time she’d felt that making her dominant cum was her ultimate pleasure, that making him lose control and release his seed was her payoff for a job well done. She adored his authority over her, his strong capable hands able to give her such exquisite layers of pain or pleasure at his discretion. She showed her devotion to him in her willingness to submit to him, to show him her trust and love and passion by doing her best to do as he bid. He always pushed her limits, forcing her to move outside of herself, outside of her safe and well constructed little box she’d placed herself in.  Although sometimes she would whine and pout, her big crocodile tears and quivering lower lip attempting to twist him to her will, she knew that she would do what he wanted and be better for it in the end.

     Eventually she came to realize that it wasn’t making him orgasm that satisfied her most.  It was when he let his guard down around her.  She could feel her heart swelling as he lay relaxed and vulnerable and calm around her, his body spent and his mind drifting in a sea of partial consciousness. For him to trust her with his vulnerability at this stage, both mentally and physically, was everything to her. No longer were they dominant and submissive or master and slave, they were just two people drawn together in this instant, symbiotically tangled in each other’s bodies and hearts and minds. Nothing in this world meant more to her. As her eyes drifted closed she smiled, the corner of her mouth lifting in a satisfied smirk.

(via littlebitsoflust)

goodfuckingsex:

I love sucking his dick (; 

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littlebitsoflust:

cindersk:

There are times for romance and waxing poetic.

God knows I do enough of that.

But then there are times where I just need to be used.

No flowery words…
No rhyming phrases…
No pretty prose.

Just sweat, tears, and You.

Unrelenting…
Feral…
Merciless…

Taking us both the the edge
Hanging me over the precipice
Waiting for me to beg

Teasing…
Taunting…
Torturing…

Winding me up only to let me unwind
Ever so slowly
And filled with neediness.

Until the pounding
And the whimpering
And the cries

Finally merge into a harmonized scream
Filled with fuck-fury
And cries to a higher power
That had no hand in what either of us felt.

Fuck me hard
Use me well
Fill me with Your strength
Mark me as Your own.

Show me to the world
As Your own private fucktoy.

Created
Crafted
Copyrighted

by You.

 

This. This. This. This. This.

(Source: 2drool4)

i-will-call-you-sir:

A simple gesture, an embrace, soft breath whispering across sensitive skin … devotion in the most basic form. 

(Source: filthywetslut, via sexual-feelings)

(Source: cublessandwolf, via sexual-feelings)

littlebitsoflust:

mentaldom4u:

I crave his touch, his passion, his love.

I crave his laughter, his joy, his happiness.

I crave his strength, his dominance, his control.

When my cravings are met, he will get my love, my devotion, my service… my complete and utter submission.

Does the man I crave to call Sir exist?

Is there an honest, trustworthy, secure, strong, stable man out there?

I wish to be his partner, share with him all that I am, letting myself go and knowing he will support, encourage, embrace me.

I dream of the sharing and growing, the passion and desire, the laughter and the fun… His Dominance and my submission.  ~  ConstantCrraving

He is finally found

(Source: lordschuft)

(Source: hornylittlething, via goodfuckingsex)