Category: Conversations

Talking, teasing, manipulating, debating, and delighting

hisblossom:

i never fathomed or considered that there would come a day when words somehow even sweeter than β€œgood girl” would fall from his lips, but… I love being wrong πŸ–€

β€ŠI could tell. I could see it in your eyes, the way they widened and brimmed. I could hear the hitch in your voice as you tried to respond, lost in the emotional cyclone I’d created within you. You were drowning in happiness, and my smile was your only lifeline. I’ll never forget the moment the words fell from my lips and into your ears:

β€œCome here, Big Bird”.

hooplecxnt:

β€œImpress me.”

Two simple words that unravel me whole and make me realize there isn’t any level of lowness that I wouldn’t sink to just to earn a fraction of his praise

It’s okay, sweetheart.

The tears and snot washed out of my shirt just fine. πŸ™‚

hooplecxnt:

I can’t stop thinking about the way he practically taught me how to breathe again when my emotions made me feel incapable to-

Counting me to breathe in deeply… and then out…

Then, the next day, how he smothered me with his hand until I was on the brink of passing out…

I can remember how joyous his eyes looked as he was taking the light out of mine,

and how my body began to involuntarily jerk and buck underneath his hand.

I learned one thing for certain… He is the one who gives me life, and he can also just as easily take it away

Every breath you take is a blessing, and every one I take away is a lesson.

Dunno why, but I find it weird you’ve never had a one night stand…

Dunno why, but I find it weird you’ve never had a one night stand – has the right person never come up, or were you never looking?

storyofasub:

I just really care so much more about how someone can mentally turn me on, get in my head, own me, turn me into their perfect girl. None of those things are really satisfied by a one night stand. Also the thought of a stranger in my bed gives me the ick cuz…. do they even wash? πŸ₯΄

(submitted by: Anonymous)

Dear anon: I’m twenty years older than dummy here, and I’ve never had a one-night stand. For the life of me, I cannot imagine ever wanting one.

What’s the point of fucking someone once, and never seeing the effect you’ve had on her? What’s the point of taking her places she’s never been without hanging around to watch the bitch squirm in the mess you’ve made of her mind and panties? What’s the point of doing what we do if you don’t take pride in the doing?

Good girls don’t just want to be fucked. They want to be dissected.

Oh, and dear dummy: quit worrying about washing. Girl-tongues are among the world’s most effective cleaning instruments.

And yours is small enough to get into all the hard-to-reach places.

hooplecxnt:

β€œπ–˜π–”π–”π–“β€ –

𝖆 π–œπ–”π–—π–‰ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–’π–†π–π–Šπ–˜ π–’π–ž π–π–Šπ–†π–‰ π–—π–šπ–˜π–, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–π–Šπ–†π–—π–™π–‡π–Šπ–†π–™ π–‹π–†π–˜π–™π–Šπ–—

β€œπ–˜π–”π–”π–“β€ –

𝖆 π–œπ–”π–—π–‰ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–’π–†π–π–Šπ–˜ π–’π–ž π–‡π–—π–Šπ–†π–™π–π–Š π–π–Žπ–™π–ˆπ–, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–“π–Šπ–—π–›π–Šπ–˜ π–‡π–Šπ–Œπ–Žπ–“ 𝖙𝖔 π–—π–†π–ˆπ–Š

β€œπ–˜π–”π–”π–“β€ –

𝖆 π–œπ–”π–—π–‰ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 π–’π–†π–π–Šπ–˜ π–’π–ž π–Žπ–’π–†π–Œπ–Žπ–“π–†π–™π–Žπ–”π–“ π–œπ–”π–“π–‰π–Šπ–— π–œπ–Žπ–™π– π–•π–”π–˜π–˜π–Žπ–‡π–Žπ–‘π–Žπ–™π–Žπ–Šπ–˜, 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖑𝖑 π–žπ–”π–š π–’π–Žπ–Œπ–π–™ π–π–†π–›π–Š π–Žπ–“ π–˜π–™π–”π–—π–Š –

π•½π–Šπ–•π–Šπ–†π–™π–Žπ–“π–Œ, π–‘π–Žπ–π–Š 𝖆𝖓 π–Šπ–›π–Šπ–—-π–˜π–™π–Šπ–†π–‰π–ž π–‰π–—π–šπ–’ 𝖔𝖓 π–‡π–Šπ–†π–™.

π–†π–˜ π–™π–π–Š π–™π–Žπ–’π–Š π–Œπ–—π–”π–œπ–˜ π–ˆπ–‘π–”π–˜π–Šπ–—, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 β€œπ–˜π–”π–”π–“β€ π–‡π–Šπ–ˆπ–”π–’π–Šπ–˜ π–ˆπ–‘π–”π–˜π–Šπ–— 𝖙𝖔 π–‡π–Šπ–ˆπ–”π–’π–Žπ–“π–Œ β€œπ•Ήπ–”π–œ.”

It’s Anticipation Time again for Cunt Club, as they await next week’s Gathering. Meanwhile, I’m steeling myself.

First, because I’m going to have five dumb little girls glued to my appendages for a week… meaning I’m going to look like an ambulatory tree full of horny, hairless koalas.

Second, because they may drown me in goodbye tears at the end.