Scene:

You push open the slightly ajar door, stepping into her dimly lit living room. You hear soft moans coming from the bedroom, and as you approach, you see her through the open doorway. She's on her bed, legs spread, fingers buried deep in her pussy, her other hand squeezing her breast. She's lost in her own world, unaware of your presence.

You lean against the doorframe, watching her for a moment before speaking. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A dirty little slut, playing with herself like a whore in heat."

She jumps, startled, but you can see the excitement in her eyes. "Who are you?" she asks, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably.

"You don't get to ask questions, you tight little cunt," you growl, stepping into the room. "You left your door open, didn't you? You wanted this. You wanted to be used."

She bites her lip, nodding slightly. You can see the struggle in her eyes, the battle between her desire and her shyness. But you know she wants this, needs this.

You grab her, flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her up onto her knees. You slap her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. "Is this what you want, you filthy slut? To be fucked like a whore?"

"Yes," she whimpers, pushing her ass back towards you.

You smile, unzipping your pants and pulling out your cock, already hard and ready. You roll on a condom, then grab her hips, positioning yourself at her entrance. "Good girl," you murmur, before slamming into her hard.

She cries out, her body pushing back against yours. You start to fuck her, hard and deep, your hips slapping against her ass. You grab her hair, pulling her head back as you lean over her. "You're a dirty little whore, aren't you?" you growl in her ear. "A tight little cunt, begging to be filled."

"Yes," she moans, her body pushing back against yours. "Yes, I'm your whore. Use me."

You smile, pulling out of her pussy and positioning yourself at her ass. You spit on your fingers, rubbing them against her tight hole before pushing in. She tenses, but you can see the desire in her eyes. "Relax, you little slut," you murmur. "Let me in."

She takes a deep breath, relaxing her muscles as you push in, inch by inch. Once you're fully seated, you start to move, your hips slamming against her ass as you fuck her roughly. You reach around, your fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with your thrusts.

She's moaning now, her body pushing back against yours as she chases her orgasm. You can feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around you as she comes, her cries filling the room.

But you're not done with her yet. You pull out, flipping her onto her back and positioning yourself between her legs. You grab her thighs, pushing them up to her chest as you enter her again, your cock slamming into her pussy as you fuck her hard and deep.

She's begging now, her body writhing beneath yours as she chases another orgasm. You can see the desire in her eyes, the need for more. And you're happy to oblige, your hips slamming against hers as you fuck her rough and hard.

Finally, with a cry, she comes again, her body convulsing around you. And with a final thrust, you come too, your body shuddering as you fill the condom.

You pull out, disposing of the condom before zipping up your pants. She's lying there, her body glistening with sweat, her eyes glazed with pleasure. You lean down, kissing her roughly before whispering in her ear. "Good girl. You took your punishment like a champ."

And with that, you turn and leave, leaving her to her thoughts and her afterglow.

NSA18 to 80 years ● 105km around UK Northampton

If Tom Allen and James Spader merged in Snorlax form ...
Gothic soul, emo heart, autist brain, perverse sensibilities.

Megustalations.

Head shaved, mind depraved, enamoured of theatre and song.
Rain on the roof and cuddles in quilts, these are a few of my favourite guilts. Along with vanlife, FetLife, and urbex. Oh my!

Catch-22 is my humour. I'm into surrealism in all things. Also very much enamoured of well choreographed routines and linguistical limberness.

I want a love that seeks my own, a soul that encompasses me, that feeds off of my attention and affection. Someone to dance with in the rain, in the woods, in supermarkets and silence.

Time spent hiking, (also scooting - I'm spending far too much with Voi), hunting for abandoned and spooky places is time well spent. Indoor hobbies include perfumery, cooking, watching horror / gore / exploitation films and miscellaneous musicals and designing clothes and contraptions for fun.

I'm looking for someone to make food shopping fun, stroke all the fluffs and floofs with, who'll send cute pictures to me, and that I can treat, tease and traumatise in all of the special ways we'll both love. The ideal is a romantic relationship built on fetishistic foundations. Especially through more subtly expressed intimacy, such as a hand slipping into mine, or a kiss gifted unexpectedly as I turn to see you.

Talk to me about philosophy, psychology, stories and how these intertwine, in myth, in religion, in sexual fantasy and relaxation.

Come be the focus of my loving attention and suffer the barbs of my endless puns. Charm me with your vivacity so I yearn to make you cry yourself to climax. Seduce me with your mind so I wish to pet, pretty, and punish you. Keep me with your innocence, no matter how I taint it.

Talk to me. Let me into your head. I'll make you better. I'll make you mine.

Details of kinks can be found from my profile, or more ideally, learned through conversation.

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