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art-of-domination:

You make such sexy noises, baby.  Make me so fucking crazy when you whimper and moan.  Make my cock so fucking hard.  If you want me to stop, then you need to stop teasing me with those noises.  Stop getting me all worked up.  Because every time I hear you, every time I see those eyes pleading with me, it just makes me want to watch you more.  

I’ll be you noticed I tied those legs apart with just enough slack to let you try and close them.  But don’t worry, baby, you won’t be able to get them closed.  So you try all you want to.  I love watching you.  

In the meantime, I’m going to keep this crop going.  On your thighs.  On your nice pussy.  It’s getting so red for me.  So tender.  I’ll stop soon, baby.  And when I stop, I’m not going to waste you being so nicely tied.  I’m gonna give you a real good fucking.  Real hard.  One that you’ll remember for awhile.  See what other kinds of noises I can get that gagged mouth to make.  But for now, I’m good just doing this.  Watching you.  Put on a show for me baby, you’re turning me on so much.

art-of-domination:

Now, baby, keep your eyes on the nice little clothespin.  Remember when I told you that there were so many places we could use these.  I made you come up with some on your own for me.  And you did so well.  You did such a good job.  You came up with such excellent places on your body.  

Do you remember which ones you picked?  I sure do.  I remember them well.  They were very arousing.  You picked your thighs.  That’s an excellent choice.  I’m sure it would look so sexy there  You told me your tongue.  Another wonderful spot.  Just the thought of your tongue hanging out of your mouth with this little clothespin dangling helplessly makes my cock so nice and hard.  And your nipples.  Mmm, I mean, that’s the classic spot of course, but there’s nothing wrong with a classic, is there?

Today, though, I think I want to try something new.  I think I want to test something out.  Can you feel where my fingers are right now?  Right on that most sensitive little button of yours.  I’ve been massaging it and teasing it for a little while now just to get you ready.  I want to see how you react.  Because I think a clothespin here would just be delightful, don’t you, baby? 

Mmm, yes, yes, yes, baby.  I’m going to.  Oh, quite the contrary, my love, I can do it.  You can protest and beg and whimper, but let’s be honest, we both know where that’s going to lead.  It’s just going to make me more eager to see your reaction.  I know you’re going to be able to handle it.  You like to be pushed.  You like to see what you can take.  So let’s give this a shot.  If it’s too much, we can always take it off after 5 or 6 minutes.  Now, let’s keep those legs open nice and wide and stay still.  Wouldn’t want to slip up here, would we? 

the-romantic-dominant:

Physiology

I am a man of science. At my best, I look at everything as if seen through the prism of the Scientific Method. And I cannot help but find the erotic underpinnings of the physical conversion fascinating in our sexual selves.

The idea – that a person can be so mentally “turned on” – that it sparks a physical representation – is absolutely sexy beyond words. The series of GIFs above depicts that well, I think.

Wet. When she is so sexually turned on, as I assume some of you are now, that a moistness settles in her beauty zone. When she is beyond turned on, I see this wetness dripping, running down my balls as I fuck the life out of her. With my hard dick.

Hard. Wet’s counterpart, in us men. When a woman just speaks the words, or exhibits her naked beauty in front of me, I try to contain my hardness, but all too often I am weak for her stunning sexuality. And go from soft and flaccid to hard and erect, all from the mental picture of her in my head.

Convulsions. The pinnacle of her internal earthquake. The orgasms for her that elude so many men. Her legs, hips, arms, and back all bucking uncontrollably as if somebody else was controlling her motor functions. And internal spasm setting fire to other parts of her body.

Squirting. The liquid form of a skilled man’s delivery of her convulsions. She has no choice, when done right, to just spray the bed in front of her as my hand cups the inside of her at a furious force.

Cumming. My seed, rushing from my soul like it has a mind of it’s own. It decides when. It decides where. My mind has no control and my body just allows my pinnacle to form.

There is just something erotic in the physical display of the uncontrollable, driven purely from being so turned on you have no choice in the matter, and you are brought to your most basic, primal being.

Damn that’s fucking hot.

sadisticgames:

I said that I was done fucking you, 

I did not say that I was done ‘with’ you. 

Now you stay there for a moment while I wash off. 

When I get back I want to see just how much you can take. 

Who knows, if your lucky, maybe I’ll fuck you again later, 

when your completely limp and only half conscious. 

you know I love it when your too exhausted to move…