He Has A Connection With Me I Can Feel It ☺️

one minute i think about being choked out and used and next minute i get butterfies in my tummy imagining myself in a kitschy over the top classic """romantic""" (why do i feel like thats not really the right word? 😅) situation like a party or a friends wedding or a club ... wearing a nice perfect alluring dress thats just the right mix of skimpy and classy to be elegant and lady-like ... while also still letting me secretely notice the longing craving looks from the boys and gentlemen and the jealous bitter looks from the women :) as I look up at the man I belong to and feel his strong confident masculine arms firm around my waist and my hips

if ovaries could get whiplash from the twists and turns in my mind ... 😅

being serious this was actually honestly the case for me except for the sex part lol. All throughout 7-10 i literally knew nothing in math or chemistry physics (and sometimes other classes depending on the current topics) but in science or math I actually couldnt do even the very easy questions that we were supposed to breeze through just for easy free points and just looked at the clock all sad and pouty during tests and just have a sad look on my face if my teacher asked me about it and I had like 20 times at least where I promised "for real this time" that I would start learning and do the bare minimum like homework and I smiled very happy and gleefully when they would give me another chance haha and decided to let me pass

i still had like Ds and stuff like that so its not like they gave me super good grades but I know if I was a boy there is NO WAY i wouldnt just have failed totally outright. Then teachers changed and I got some woman teachers and I ended up failing and having to repeat that year what a cooncidence 😅

the best part is my male teachers were such total chumps and weak losers that they didnt try to use their authority or leverage over me, i would just act very pitiful and sad and look at them with big doe eyes and smile at them when things were good or tell them a fake story about personal problems in my life for sympathy ... this was before I ever was on tumblr but even then I kind of enjoyed feeling how I could get them to do stuff and it really made me feel validated and boosted my ego that I could manipulate them just because im pretty. it made me really lose a lot of respect for men like that that I could just use them like that and they were so weak and pathetic they couldnt even demand something from me in return... i just had to be sad sometimes and smiley sometimes and they were so desperate that was all they hoped for 😊😊

i really honestly think i would have had much more respect for them if they had put their foot down and given me the feeling they were in control and not me... but if im honest then it would have also had have to be one of the better looking teachers who had that attractive dad type of look where I would have probably allowed myself to be pressured into it if he wanted so if it was just some ugly disheveled teacher i probably would have been put off no matter how strong or masculine he behaved but as long he wasnt offputting or so I would have totally been a pliable usable defenseless little toy 😊💔

missionary because i want to make out with you, look in to your eyes, cover your face in kisses

Passionate souls.

my feelings don't matter my pain doesn't matter all good girls care about is pleasing others

Okay but primal play? Being pinned down? Only being able to whimper and whine and writhe for more?? Your Dom growling and snarling and biting? Teasing your Dom so much they get so fucking impatient they tear your panties off??? Yes

Play with my throat please 🥰