I had such carefully planned filth to share with y’all today… and then got fixated on one particular image and found that my cunt was quite insistent that I shouldn’t write about anything else. Today, I’ve been thinking about how hot it would be to hold someone’s head in place so someone else can fuck their face. Like seriously, mmfff…
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I love sucking dick – and love it with a passion that might make me feel like a bad feminist or queer if agency is not very feminist and if dicks could not be very queer. Some memorable blow jobs in the twelve months have involved my partner coming in my mouth, a circumstance that is often a delicious assertion of dominance.
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This particular piece of smut (inspired by a throwaway line in this – unfinished – filthy story) counts as one of the pieces that I really pushed myself to finish. In the end, I’m glad I did, because I think I created something fun – even if it’s imperfect as fuck (and too long – again!). Read on for an alleyway blow job and a little humiliation.
I feel like I’ve been really personal with the most recent handful of filth I’ve shared: I’m not only writing about things that I find desperately hot, but about what I’m desperate for my play partners to do to me right now. This week’s intimate craving is very specific, and I hope I’ve captured how tense my body is with hunger right now. A hunger for you to fuck me with your words and make me work for your cock.
I’m unashamedly stealing the idea for today’s smut from Girl on the Net, but I think she’ll be ok with that, because I’m pretty she’ll be enthusiastic about the creation of more filthy stories about Xbox blow jobs. I should start with a disclaimer that I have never played a game on an Xbox, and this entire story of strap-on suck jobs and femdom fucking might be entirely unrealistic. I like to think it’ll still be hot, though.