bad language [cw: bad language]
Added 2024-08-27 12:14:34 +0000 UTCI'm so fucking busy and all I want is to hear the wet sounds your fucking cunt makes gobbling up my cock. I want to fuck you until we're sopping wet with spit, jizz and sweat. I want to slide up and down your skin and fall off the fucking bed. I want to cum inside your pussy then your mouth then paint your fucking face after you paint mine. Fuck me like you want to win. I want to fuck your cunt hard so little specs of your juice fly on to your thighs. I want to ruin the fucking sheets. I want to pull and twist you in ways that you fucking love and make you moan and bark in ectasy. Spit on my cock then suck it up. Stick out your tongue and get fucked. Press your pussy lips to the top of my ballsack so my whole hard cock squirts a hot load of cum deep into your thirsty, grateful kitten. Let's be each other's cum-sponge. I want no energy left. Make me fucking scream. MAKE ME FUCKING SCREAM
[memorizing does things to my brain]
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Break the bed, baby.
Megan (mlgreads)
2024-08-28 02:47:56 +0000 UTCI now identify as vapor, because you incinerated me. Good LORD, Meg.
Megan (mlgreads)
2024-08-28 02:47:16 +0000 UTCOh honey. You want bad language? You want to scream? You want to make it a competition? Fuck you like I want to win? Sugar I always want to win. Let’s fucking go baby boy. I’m so fucking filthy desperate for that cock. I’ll sit on your lap and grind. My needy little cunt wants to drown your dick in cum. I want to grab your hair and use it to smash your face and mouth and teeth onto my aching tits, my diamond hard nipples. I want you to suck my tits the way you want my pussy to suck your cock. Bite them. Fucking put your teeth on me goddamit. When I reach down between my legs and wrap my fingers around that dick, I want you to use your teeth and lips on my tits to tell me how hard and fast and long you want me to jerk it. Hold up. Lean back. I’m going to spit on my hand. Now you. Got to treat my baby boy’s cock like the fuck toy it is. We’ll lube it up together. And when you’re dripping precum and my pussy can’t take the aching need to fuck you anymore, I’ll use the tip of your head to rub my clit wet, and then ram you home, take you all in. All at once. It might hurt a little. I don’t give a flying fuck. Again and again and again, ramming you into my guts. I’ll ride you so hard it bounces your entire body. You’ll have to beg if you want me to let up. You’ll have to say “Please baby. It’s too much, I can’t take it. Your pussy is too good, it feels too good.” And then I’ll fuck you even harder and take you even deeper, grip you in the walls of my pussy like a boa with its prey. Like you’re a silicone dildo with no feeling, just meaty veins. Only when I’ve forced every drop of the huge load of cum from your pretty cock, only when you’ve screamed your pleasure into both of my ears, and only when the only possible way we’re leaving here is by crawling, probably to the kitchen to rehydrate before we mummify, will my grip lessen, will my cunt release the spent remains of her delicious prey. And then I’ll hold my hands on your face and kiss you lightly on the lips, cheeks, nose, and forehead. And tell you you’re the best fucking toy in the drawer. [I for sure won.] [Reading does things to my brain.]
QQMegs
2024-08-28 01:36:11 +0000 UTCImma go live in your world, you write it better.
siesta_maven
2024-08-27 23:23:19 +0000 UTCStarting with a blank canvas, crisp linen and striations of dawn light, the sheets are the perfect temperature. The fans are whirring, white noise to muffle early morning traffic and the rest of the world waking. We’re still in a dreamy bubble, when it’s cool enough to pull close, entwine limbs and link fingers. Your skin is warm, I feed off the heat you’re throwing, burrowing closer until we start and end together. Tinny bells will start ringing soon, alerting the day that we’re up, but for now, stay here. Feel that embrace become something animal. My thigh draped over your hip flexes and your hand slides down the line of that muscle, curls behind my knee, hauls me over. Fingers clench into my ass and it’s a slide along your chest to your mouth, lips greeting my cunt while the headboard shows my smeared handprints in the rays of the sun. Chasing the high of how you lick and tease and curl your tongue just so I will come undone. I can reach back and stroke your cock, after I suck the slick I left on the beard right under your lips. Time to snake my way down to where I lick off the head what hasn’t been absorbed by the sheets while I was riding your face. I want you to fuck my throat, just for a minute. Just so my mouth pools with saliva, so my eyes water, so your thumbs can wipe it away and add it to the abstract work outlined on the bedding. I could ride again, but you want my ankles on your shoulders, so my cunt can clench you as hard as you’re fucking into me. So my hips can meet yours, thrust for thrust, and so the little blue crescent moons that will show up on my skin later, right where you were gripping for purchase will remind me of this moment. Your thumb’s on my clit, I’ll come again before you do, the way you’re talking, pleading, begging, screaming. Give me your cum. Flood me and let it trail in rivulets down the canyons of my body. Your sweat and mine, dampness soaking in and making art out of how we’re fucking. The values and hues of the fluid lines, the droplets and blobs and the puddle where we lay, spent and sated. There’s the alarm.
Megan (mlgreads)
2024-08-27 23:15:55 +0000 UTCI finally woke up and found some inspiration. Bend me over and rail me like your fucking life force comes from your cock making contact with my cervix. There’s a crack and a fleeting thought that the bed might break. But I don’t fucking care. All my mind can hold are hands gripping hips. Longing to retain the little splotches of finger tips. Tether me to where you are. Be louder damnit. I want to drown in a symphony of your moans. Supported by the rhythm of our collide, a steady percussion beat. Paint my walls, I’m so desperate to be filled. To feel us dripping down my thighs. We’re a panting mess. But I still can’t find the will to care. Just cuddle me close please and plant kisses in my hair.
siesta_maven
2024-08-27 23:02:49 +0000 UTClol my avatar has auditions for some on-camera stuff
Ray Purchase
2024-08-27 22:45:39 +0000 UTCI’m going to stitch “Stick out your tongue and get fucked” on a pillow [poetry]
The Lady Is A Tramp
2024-08-27 20:06:59 +0000 UTC*tips hat* Ma'am. ( 'wet, hard, thick, stretch' did some... Uhh, stuff. To my nethers. 😳🫠) (as did 'kiss you goodbye with my true lips, in this lie' why are you so good at wordsing)
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-08-27 19:52:24 +0000 UTCThat’s a lineup I’d go see…
Analise
2024-08-27 19:52:11 +0000 UTCNew band name just dropped. Cum Sponge. They will be on the bill with Cunt Grip and Milk Cunt. What a line-up. Great opening entertainment for the Slut Olympics.
VoluptuousVelvet_VA
2024-08-27 19:31:40 +0000 UTCToday I’m in so many pieces and so many places. [business, smile, falter, sigh, chin up, repeat]. I’m so fucking busy. But I’m blessedly alone on my lunch break and [reading you does things to my brain]. She goes quiet and she focuses. Inward. The heat starts behind my eyes and slinks down the nape of my neck like a feathered dancer on a curving banister. Down down down, warming my throat, chest, spine, stomach; nestling you know where. Sound slips into the last you I played, “come here, my little artsy girl,” and my eyes close. It’s a languid roll, my eyelashes teasing each other before curtaining off the world so I can come alive in my own darkness. I’m not an actor, but I’ve rehearsed this play any number of times now and I find my mark. I sink into the magic of a faceless physician. The disparate parts of [working me] unify and the girl is whole now, and wholly yours. In this reverie, it’s morning again and we’re in bed. Half asleep, but so very awake—and you’re fucking hungry. I reach for you, I’m hungry too. Duvet crumples and responsibility crumbles and you fight the sheets to reveal my ass. You win—your first of the day—and a pillow snakes under my pelvis. You tap my thigh. “Spread.” I’m good and I do. I woke up ready from a dream, and we have to be quick today. No time for “how do you want me’s” and indulgent pace. But I feel your tongue anyway. Fuck, you’re so good to me. It’s a morning for bad language. The shortest words for the deepest feelings. “Take my cunt. Please.” Your weight’s on top of me and I’m so happy. Wet, hard, thick, stretch. And we go. We rob minutes from getting ready and breakfast and commutes, but we know neither of us leaves till we’ve screamed. Till we’re painted. Showering quickly, I wash you off. But I take you with me in fingerprints and teeth and that mild everything soreness that feels fucking good. I hide you under bra and panties, tights, shirt, and skirt; a dot of concealer here, a spray of perfume here. Armor and secret. I love it when you make me messy. I hide you most in my head, behind my many faces. I put on that mask, the one that wins, but lift her up to kiss you goodbye with my true lips, in this lie. Mmm. Fucking perfect. Lunch break over, thanks for the feast.
caroscope
2024-08-27 19:14:13 +0000 UTCBTW doc, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MEMORIZING?? Continue
Mare
2024-08-27 17:53:01 +0000 UTCI slept, and woke to the most feral energy coming at me from all sides. It's gonna be a good fucking day. I don't have the words in this moment, just the moans, but I'll say thank you to all - staff and patrients for the grand beginning!
Jamie
2024-08-27 17:20:12 +0000 UTCFeeling a little desperate today are we? Same. I’ll be back.
QQMegs
2024-08-27 16:32:06 +0000 UTCIdk who remembers that movie Pump Up The Volume. The dynamic is a lot like this where one mostly anonymous guy incites a revolution of sorts via ham radio (it was the 90s and it was all we had) and there’s this great line I’m reminded of all the time here: Talk hard. Mmmm.
The Lady Is A Tramp
2024-08-27 16:01:59 +0000 UTCYou, drR, with your words; you, women, fellow patrients, clinic-dwellers, with your words; your good words, your bad words, all the fucking words that are fit or unfit to print, I fucking love it here. I want to fuck your words. 😘
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-08-27 15:45:36 +0000 UTC
