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Wouldn't you love to have new fetishes installed directly into your broken, hypnotised mind?
Waking and finding yourself squirming with pleasure at the idea of being leashed and led around on all fours.
Maybe suddenly wanting to touch yourself to the thought of disciplining your own slave, a new found dominant side taking over.
Or maybe you awaken with an overwhelming need to be watched as you fuck whoever you are told.
And with a click of Their fingers you sleep, ready to have more new desires conditioned into your open mind.
Mkay, I'm thinking I should get your hand as a necklace and in exchange, you get my legs as a belt.
What if we sat on your couch and watched TV and I try to ignore your hands slowly moving to my hips, giving them a squeeze and my tummy a little pat and rub. My legs unconsciously shifting to relieve that building heat in my throbbing cunt.
Do I loooove being complemented and praised. Yes.
Do I also not know how to react and struggle to accept compliments and praise. Also yes
Touch grass?
I'd rather touch you.... inappropriately
I saw your name pop up in my notes and laughed cause 'hot and insecure'? What a fucking mood.
(and yes, from a quick peek at your pics, you definitely nail the hot bit π)
I thought the name was fitting haha!
Thank you cutieπ
Hello friends, a serious post from me today. Please take the time to read it.
Iβm turning off messaging and replies for the time being. Iβve reached a point where I need to protect my space and energy.
Too often, the first thing people say when they message me is objectifying, invasive, or just straight-up asking for nudes. Iβm not here to be reduced to that, especially not by strangers who haven't made the effort to get to know me first.
Let me be clear: I do enjoy flirting and even spicy exchanges - but only when they come from a place of mutual respect and a genuine connection. That takes time, intention, and trust. If youβre not here for that, then you were never here for me in the first place.
This isnβt about being cold or dramatic. Itβs about boundaries. Itβs about self-respect. And frankly, itβs overdue.
This is not to say I will be stopping my posts be it verbal or visual, you will simply no longer be able to send me direct messages.
Thanks to the people who have shown care and kindness - you know who you are.
I think I should sit in your lap and cuddle while your hands rest on my ass. Some nice wholesome wandering hands snuggles
You've been in my head all day so I might as well give you some<3
I wish someone would eat my pussy until my legs tremble and until I'm a whimpering mess.
If you're vocal in bed, just know. You're hot as fuck.