femsubdenial:

foulfoulstories:

Brain melting into a puddle as your
fingers work away between your legs. Thoughts slowed down as you
licked your lips and he walked up to the bed. Thoughts stopped as he
filled your mouth. No thinking now, just knowing what you need to do.

You know you can’t cum unless he says
so – you don’t cum for yourself, you’re not selfish, you’re a good
girl – but you can’t help playing anyway. Feels good. Too good to
stop.

He doesn’t mind. He lets you. He’s
nice. Says he likes the feeling of you moaning around his cock while
you’re sucking him. He’s nice. You like him.

You know you’re here for him. Tits,
mouth, cunt – all for him. He wants your mouth now, so you play
with your cunt. He’ll probably cum down your throat and fill your
belly. He likes doing that. You like that he does it, too. Makes you
feel useful. He smiles and pats your head once he’s done, wipes his
cock on your lips and hair. Calls you good girl.

Makes you clench.

Friends ask how you’re so happy all the
time. How you’re always smiling. Don’t seem to ever worry.

You just smile, shrug, giggle. If they
don’t already understand they wouldn’t get it.

If they do understand, they know
already.

Just like you do.

Phone conversation with @untamedbratt:

Her: “Ugh, you should make it so I don’t think about your cock in my mouth all the time.”
Me: “I had suggested that but you didn’t want it.”
Her: “You had suggested it? Why didn’t it take?”
Me: “No, I mean: I had mentioned that maybe I should change it so you feel it all the time, and you didn’t like the idea. You like that ache to be my cock worshipping slut, reminding you throughout the day how much you want to feel my cock slide along you’re tongue.”
Her: “… but that just makes me want it more.”
Me: “Just think how good it will feel, my fingers curling in your hair as I use your throat tonight.”
Her: *whimper*