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I simply want to give up every shred of control. But only to the one deserving. He takes that control so that he can break me of all the misguided notions, the harmful habits, the anxious thoughts planted by others to keep me from flourishing. He takes it so that he can rebuild. Better. Confident. In that loss of control, that submission, that rebirth... I know that's where I'll find real freedom.

Hi all of you beautiful whores. I wrote a small short story that I have been working on for the last two weeks, and I think I'm finally done. Let me know what you guys think. Any constructive criticism is welcome!

Forbidden Hollow

*Ivy shouldn’t have gone alone.

But there was something about Briar Hollow—something that called to her every time she stood too close to its edge. The trees whispered. The wind carried screams she pretended not to hear.

And when she stepped over the edge, it was like slipping into another world. The air was thick, humid, the sky dark. The moon was casting shadows in every direction, and her thighs clenched without reason. Her pulse pounded in places she didn’t expect.

Hours passed. The woods grew darker than they should have. Her flashlight flickered, then died. She stood there feeling some kind of presence around her. And that’s when she heard it—slow, deliberate breathing, just behind her.

She wasn’t being watched.

She was being hunted.

Something massive moved just out of view. The shadows shifted with intent. Every step she took was followed by something bigger, closer.

Then she saw it.

Towering. Humanoid only in silhouette, but too perfect—muscles carved like ancient marble statues, pulsing with veins that glowed faintly violet. Its eyes glimmered like gold, its mouth split into too many teeth. But it smiled.*

“You crossed over into my woods,” *it said, voice sharp and slick.* “Now I take what im owed.”

*She backed away—but she wasn’t scared. Not exactly.

She was wet.

It moved impossibly fast, pinning her against a moss-covered tree with hands large enough to crush her skull—and instead, it gripped her waist. She gasped as heat bloomed between her legs. Her clothes peeled away on command, vines assisting, curling around her like ropes, but never breaking skin.

She should have fought. But her body melted into its touch. She ached.

Its long tongue traced a line up her stomach, tasting her skin like it was savoring every inch. When it reached her throat, it didn't bite—it moaned. The sound echoed in her bones.

Then it took her.

One thick, impossibly hot thrust—and she screamed. In pain. In pleasure. In shock. In surrender.

It didn’t just fuck her. It claimed her.

Every stroke was too deep, too perfect, hitting spots she didn’t know existed. It growled every time she clenched, every time she cried out. Her nails dug into bark. Her moans turned to song. Her body moved like it was made for this—needing him, meeting him. He had a knot at the base of his cock forcing itself inside of her, locking itself into her wet cunt.

When she came, it was like drowning in fire. Her vision blacked out. Her soul shuddered.

And it wasn’t done.

It flipped her still locked inside and took her again. Her body dripping. Wrung out. But hungry. So hungry.

And when it finally came again—deep inside, filling her with something hot and writhing—it purred. It bred her.*

“Now you belong to the Hollow.”

it's ok to admit it

say it quietly to yourself right now

good girl

Thinking about taking a bath together, but it’s me taking care of him. Massaging his scalp while I wash his hair, then his shoulders, his back, his legs. We would be sitting with him between my legs. I’d leave his cock for the end. I want to touch him slowly and gently at first, making him breathe deeply. I’d plant kisses on his neck and bite his shoulders, whisper how much I adore him, continue stroking him at a faster pace now. Hear his beautiful moans and groans. Feel him throbbing in my hand and eventually cum. For him to relax against me while I keep kissing and caressing him.

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yes we’re giggling, yes it’s while we’re fucking, yes it’s between kisses and breaths and squeezes and loving glances and slow thrusting and

please don't hide your feelings. It's the most beautiful thing I see in you

A man whose usually in control but gets weak and begs for your pussy >>

I'm in love with the way he writes.

As the sun climbs into the window I just want to admire it on your body. Let me explore every sun-kissed part of you. Let me admire every place hidden in shadow. Let me devour you and make you quake while the rays watch your ravishing.

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