Somewhere there’s a gormless anon wondering why you get to wear your hair in a bun but your sister doesn’t. Or why your sisters get to eat peanuts and you just get to keep breathing.
That’s how long he’s denied me – the way I desperately need and want to be. The way I’ve asked to be. The way I’m the best girl I can be for him.
But, also…
That’s how many days I spent hearing about my sister’s fulfilled orgasms, indulgent pleasure and limitless satisfaction. How she gets to cum multiple times a day, every day, and is never left wanting. How her urges and desires are seen to and sated while mine are intensified.
That’s how many days my cunt clenched around nothing as I ripped my hands away at the last second, aching and wanton. How long I’ve spent being conditioned and encouraged to be achy, be needy, to want and long for pleasure while understanding I won’t ever have a second of it – I don’t deserve it.
171 days I’ve spent looking forward to this gift, dreaming of it, planning it out; how I would do it, how long I would make it last, how I would come down from it afterward. Would I use my hands, or my vibrator? (Hands won out),
And now it’s done, and the room is spinning. My head is full of glowing, golden static and my heart is pounding. My eyes are a bit sore from how hard they rolled back in my head. My fingers are stiff, and my cunt is aching, but this time in a new way.
I have the giggles. I’d forgotten this feeling. I need a nap.
I can’t wait til next Christmas 🤍
“But, also…” there were the days of The Gathering, when five other people had multiple orgasms —many by your hand and/or tongue— and you just humped the air, grunted, and begged for more denial.
I mean, your mouth was pretty much a public utility for a week in October, yet no one gave you more than a whiff of ephemeral pleasure for yourself. Can you imagine?
Forgive my curiosity, but I cannot stop thinking about what your girls (and you) look like, specially together. I understand the reason for not posting pictures including faces, but is there a way you could tell us something like each one’s height and weight so I could guess what they would all look like in a room together? Maybe one of your vague but poetic descriptions…
i can’t fully describe the feeling of sitting on Daddy’s lap, sobbing, and sucking on his thumb and then looking up and seeing your big sister watching you and touching herself with this intense erotic look in her eyes
all i can say is blossom is an icky yucky girl
and also a (giant) slut
Blossom is, uh… let’s see, how to put this…?
Blossom is horny. Like, a lot. A horny that radiates from her loins in pulses of sluttishness… she’s the kind of horny that has a physical wavelength, that disrupts bird migrations and makes squirrels nervous.
And it’s an intense horny. When she’s confused —which is often— she has a certain cow-like detachment in her gaze… like she could be pondering the mysteries of the universe or chewing her cud, either way. But when she’s got a needy hole prompting her —also often— she becomes an eager beaver.
With that said, if you didn’t want her to be horny, why did you keep making her wet? That’s not right, getting her worked up and then complainng when she does what stupid whores naturally do. Don’t be that way, button.
