"how are you not dead" commitment issues

thinking of him growling, “You're my fucking girl. All fucking mine." while pumping me with multiple loads of cum <3

— Robert Tew

“No one in their right mind” well thankfully for you I’m in my wrong mind

yeah dirty talk is hot, but how about you command me not to make any noise at all while you fuck me as you get rougher with each time i let even one tiny whimper slip? what about you wrapping your hand more and more tightly around my throat with each thrust until i can’t even make a noise except for my pathetic attempts at gasping for air? what about that???

close to the knives, david wojnarowicz

I crave your cum. 
I sit and constantly think & miss the way it tasted in my mouth. The warmth of your milk shooting down my throat. 
I can’t satisfy the hunger inside of me. 
Please give me your cum. 
You don’t even have to touch me. 
Use my mouth, nothing more. 
Stare into my soul as you do it. Or don’t if it makes you happier. 
If you love humiliating me, do it in the worst ways. 
If you would rather make me feel like a useless fucktoy, do it to the best of your ability. 
I’m here for YOUR use. 
I am nothing more than whatever YOU want me to be. 
You name it, I’ll be it. 
You want it, I’ll do it. 
Anything to make you happy. 
Anything. 


Just please feed me. 
I’m so hungry.

part one. restaurant.

she’s sitting alone at a local restaurant. She’s in a nice dress, approximately 7 inches or so above the knee. Short booties with a small heel. She has a slight tan. Long legs, smooth to the touch. She is showing a small amount of cleavage. She is looking down at her menu, but still aware of everything happening around her. Dark hair, with curls. Natural ones, not the ones girls do with a curling iron. frizzy & slightly messy, but something about it turns you on. Maybe it’s picturing your hands intertwined in each curl pulling her from behind, or maybe it’s how fresh it would smell as you kiss on her neck. She has freckles from the looks of it. She is wearing a small amount of makeup, not caked on. Eye liner & mascara, maybe some lipgloss. It’s hard to tell this far back if it’s gloss or just her natural lip tint.

You are waiting for your table, you watch her. She is reading over the menu. Legs crossed. The waitress approaches her and asks what she would like to drink. She replies, “water please.” She lights up with a smile, and before the waitress walks away she says “thank you” and folds her hands in her lap patiently waiting for her to return. She orders a steak-medium rare & mash potatoes. She adds a side salad, and states she wants no cheese or onions, she adds a please & thank you. The waitress leaves.

The hostess is now ready to seat you. You pray that you have a table within view of her. You hope you get to walk by her just to smell her scent. Maybe even catch an eye.

She walks you back…perfect. A table directly infront of her. You are with your friends & typically you sit facing the doorway, just as she is. But this time in particular, you sit so you are facing her. You’re intrigued. You admire her independence to go alone, you admire how she uses her manners & carries herself. She carefully watches everyone around her, without making it known. Well except for you… you analyze her every move. She has no idea.. she glances your way, and you play it off very well. She moves her focus to a family singing happy birthday to their little girl. Her face lights up. She smiles.

damn that smile. Those eyes.

Trying to keep your mind from drifting off into how you could tear her apart. You focus on her facial expressions. Her eyes speak a thousand words. A group of men walk by & glance and her up and down. Each one of them. She avoids eye contact. She knows how they are looking at her as if she were a piece of meat at the grocery store.

They walk on by & she is back up analyzing the room. She is focused on a couple to the right who seem to be in an argument. She crosses her legs and she is trying not to stare. She is intrigued. She keeps glancing over & over.

What is she thinking? I wonder to myself. Why is she so facinating to me? Why is she so different.? What has happened to her? Who is this girl. Is she just strong willed and judgemental? Is she damanged and guarded?

You crave to know what’s going on in her brain. But you just sit there analyzing her. She reaches down into her bag, she pulls out a pen & notebook. Specifically a composition notebook, it’s black and white. She hasn’t written much in it, as she opens it up to maybe the 4th page. She uncaps the pen with her teeth and puts it on the end of the pen. She then puts the end of the pen back in her mouth…

-Damn don’t do this to me. I want to read you, but you’re making the dominance in me grow.

You continue to watch. The way her lips are pressed up against the pen makes you think dirty thoughts. You think of how soft her lips must feel. You picture your thick hard cock, on those lips. You begin to breath harder, distracted from the conversation your friends are having. As you watch her, the whole world seems to disappear. She begins to write something in her notebook, she stops to think, she begins to bite her lower lip. She glances up, and you both reach eye contact.

She is still biting her lip, she realizes that you both are locked into each other’s eyes. She slowly stops biting her lip, and licks them. It seems as if this is all in slow motion for you. Her dark brown eyes, perfectly lined in dark liner, those long eye lashes, glancing up at you. Licking her lips from obvious embarrassment from catching your eye. Her cheeks flush and she glances back down and begins to write.

-shy, I see. Submissive. I want to see those eyes looking up at my thick throbbing cock. I want to see them water as I make her gag and struggle as I face fuck her.

Your wearing jeans, your cock is beginning to get harder and harder as dinner progresses. You run your fingers through your hair, and sigh. Your friends ask if you are okay because you don’t seem as talkative as you normally are. You tell them that you are fine and just tired from a long days work. You tell them you are listening and not to worry, you’ll wake up once the food arrives.

You glance down and you can see the imprint of your cock start to show, you’re pulsating at the thought of those eyes as you force your cock down her throat.

She places her hand around her neck for a split second & your mind starts to race. That did it. Your cock is rock hard. You can’t stop thinking of your firm grip around her tiny neck. Fucking her from behind and gripping tightly around her neck to choke her until she begins to grow limp from asphyxiation. You let go, and fuck her harder. You wrap your hands in her curly brown hair, and pull her back onto you. She is doggystyle, bend backwards, hair in your hands, eyes looking up as you fuck her hard, deep and fast. Telling her to ask permission when she needs to cum. You hear that “please” like she used when ordering her food. That sweet tone except this time mixed with desire & the pitch ranging with each thrust of your cock in her tight wet cunt….

You have to walk past her, you crave her scent. The thoughts of what you would do to her has completely brought out your inner primal dominance. You tell your friends you have to use the restroom, and to order you a beer. You walk past her. She smells good. Perfume & you can almost smell her hormones coming off of her with each step closer to passing her. She looks up at you as you walk past, you get a wif. You smell her hormones. She feels your dominance. You look down at her, and her cheeks flush. The scent intensifies. You continue to the bathroom. Its one person only bathroom. You shut the door and lock it. You lean up against the wall, out of breath & craving the scent of her hormones. You start to imagine the smell of her panties. Of her wet cunt. You grab your hard cock through your jeans, hard. Your mind continues to wander… you start to picture what her cunt could look like, you wonder if she is shaved, or if she keeps some hair down there, you imagine her taste. You picture the feeling of the first time your toungue finally touches her wet lips. Slirping her up like a dog drinks water on a hot summers day, her moans. You rip your jeans off, you have to cum. Right now in this bathroom. You stroke your cock, you begin to think about taking her and ravishing her in the bathroom you stand in. Shoving her wet soaked panties down her throat in order to keep her pretty mouth quiet…..

My writings ❤️

Mind Fuck me. Own my mind. Get into my head. Know me better than I know myself. Once you achieve that, my body will melt in the palm of your hands. My submissive nature will be putty waiting to be formed and played with by you.

Sometimes you just want to be seen.

I like rewards. And I like making others happy. Serving them makes me happy. That is why being a submissive is drilled into my core, because it’s who I am.

I can’t be anyone else.

Even if I switch roles and be a “domme” at the end of the day, I’m doing it out of a submissive heart.

That’s why it is so important that whoever I hang around, or whoever I am in a relationship with, has good intentions for me & for us... because I’m not just a submissive in bed, I’m submissive in life.

I love to love. I love to serve. I love to please.

I will do anything for pretty much anyone who asks, ever. And I help with the purest part of my soul. Simply because it helps someone else.

My submissive nature sometimes blinds me from the bad souls people tend to have.

But. I am learning. Slowly.

Not everyone deserves my big heart.