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Crushed [Goretober 24]

“Pressed Intimacy” (Contemporary) by Petra Collins ꩜ A hand’s pressure transforms sheer fabric into a second skin.

Yessss, I just love the feeling of your warm and trembling tongue against my fingers as I push them down deeper. And there it is… that perfect little gagging sound. Mmm, such music to my ears. And while you’re choking so sweetly for me, I land another sharp slap to your dripping pussy.

“Oh, sing for me, darling,” I purr, as I slide my strap inside you with a deep and smooth thrust. “Sing me that pretty song your body knows so well.”

Your moan is muffled and messy... exactly how I like you. My fingers press firmer into your mouth now, and I lean down and lick the drool catching at the corners of your lips. God, I just love the way your eyes have become all glossy and how that pretty mind of yours is slipping just where I want it.

“Such a pretty thing,” I hum as I pinch your tongue. “But hush now, sweet one. Just let Mommy use you.”

You squirm and whine against my fingers, as the headboard slams against the wall in rhythm with each hard thrust. “Tsk, what did I say?” I rip my fingers from your mouth and quickly tangle a fist in your hair and turn you around onto your stomach. My grip tightens as I pull you upright as my strap sinks deep again, forcing your body to arch into mine.

“There we go... yes, listen to you,” I breathe against your ear. “So wet... so loud… you sound absolutely obscene for me, my messy, desperate girl.”

You whimper something between a sob and a moan as I start thrusting again, each one sharper, meaner, until you’re shaking for me.

“Are you my messy girl?” I murmur against your neck, letting my teeth graze your skin.

You hesitate. My hand snakes around, grabbing your breast before twisting your nipple harshly between my fingers.

“Answer me.”

You squeal and gasp, “y-yes, Mommy…”

I click my tongue and slow down, just to tease. “Mm-mm. Now I don't think I could quite hear you there.”

“I’m your messy girl, Mommy” you moan breathlessly and raw, which makes my pussy clench around nothing. God you're lovely like this.

A wicked chuckle rumbles from my throat as I press your face into the pillow and angle the strap just right. Your sounds turn into slurred, garbled pleas as I thrust, slow and deep.

“That's a good girl,” I croon sweetly. “Now tell Mommy, what she thinks of you, hm?”

You can’t even find words now, babbling into the pillow.

“Use that mouth, sweetheart.” I deliver a firm slap to your ass. “Answer Mommy.”

You whimper, voice shaking. “That I’m… a messy girl.”

Another sharp slap, and you cry out.

“Try again.”

Your body trembles as I pick up the pace, pushing you higher and higher, letting the rhythm wreck you until you scream, “Th-that I’m your slut!”

My laughter is low and amused. “Such a foul little mouth…” I tsk. “Let’s wash that clean.”

I flip you back around, to find your eyes wide and so deliciously spaced out. My fingers push past your lips, massaging your tongue with faux sweetness, before I push down. Your eyes widened as you struggle against me until I let up and you moan softly.

“There’s my good girl… so easily undone, aren’t you?”

A soft, wet whimper answers me.

“Oh sweetheart, maybe I expected too much of you.” I croon, still thrusting slow and deep. “But that’s okay. You don’t need to think, do you?”

You shake your head, mouth full, eyes dazed.

“That’s right. All you need to do is let Mommy fuck you dumb.”

And I do. Deep, delicious thrusts, while my fingers keep your mouth full and your mind empty, just how I like my favorite toys.

This is your daily reminder to not be ashamed of making your life easy for yourself.

Cut your food into small pieces, make the font size 30 on your e book, use straws to drink, get a pen that’s comfortable to hold, take more naps, walk slowly, eat another cookie, buy velcro shoes, re-watch the part you couldn’t understand the first time, write things on your hands so you don’t forget it… whatever you want and/or need

Don’t let anyone tell you how you should be doing things. We don’t need to prove each other anything

Wake up and open your curtains. Your windows too.

Drink some tea or coffee, whatever pleases you. Notice every sip.

Have some fresh fruit and finish breakfast feeling full.

Stand outside and feel the air. Cool or warm, it will make you feel real.

Get some exercise. Yoga to soothe, running to breathe, lifting for strength.

Take care of your body. Have a nice shower and pamper as much as you want afterward. 

If you’re going to work, remember you have the chance to make anyone’s day or to ruin it. Act accordingly. 

Weed out the bad language. It’s only creating tension in your body and mind. Kind words are infinitely more appreciated.

Take some time each day to improve your mind. Keep reading that great book. Listen to an incredible piece of music. Practice an instrument or a skill. The progress is its own reward.

Pictures will help you remember how wonderful life is. But spend less time on your phone and more time seeing the world face to face. 

Go to sleep knowing that you have done well. Tomorrow is there with room to become even better.

-Notes to myself on how to become a better person this summer.

Fuck pinning her hands above her head. Pin them on her belly. Make her feel your strap bulging inside her. Tell her what a good girl she is for taking all of you.

You are allowed to grieve for what you lost when you went through trauma. You are allowed to mourn. You are allowed to be angry. You are allowed to feel. 

The little demons of grief came to live with me, in the space between the shadows and the floor.

I can't hear what they're telling me, even though I try.

do something for me, princess?

hands on the wall. good girl. now leave them there until i'm done eating you out. better not take them off the wall too soon or i'll have to punish you. you can behave for me, right? ‹𝟹

MEN AND MINORS DNI.

are you tired? come baby, rest on my chest. i'll caress your hair while you sleep