Consumed by You

I love talking to you. The sound of your voice alone sends shivers racing down my spine, even when we’re miles apart. Every conversation feels like foreplay — the way you tease me with your words, the low timbre of your laugh, the way you say my name like it’s something sacred. I find myself daydreaming about you at the most unexpected moments, my body growing warm and restless just thinking about your touch.

I crave the softness of your skin beneath my fingertips, the heat of your body pressed against mine, the way your breath catches when I get close. Right now, just imagining your hands on me makes my heart skip wildly, my pulse thundering in my ears. I want you so desperately it aches. I need you to explore every inch of my body the way only you can — slowly, hungrily, worshiping me with your hands, your mouth, and your eyes until I’m trembling and completely undone.

I want to wrap my legs tightly around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer until there’s nothing between us but heat and desire. I lean in and catch your lower lip between my teeth, giving it a playful bite before soothing it with a deep, passionate kiss. My tongue traces a hot, wet path up the side of your neck, tasting the salt of your skin, feeling your pulse jump under my lips.

I suck gently on your earlobe, then whisper filthy little promises into your ear, my breath hot against you. “Tell me,” I murmur, voice husky with need. “Tell me how much you need me. Tell me how long you’ve been hard thinking about fucking me. I want to hear every dirty thought you’ve had about me.”

You push me up against the wall with that perfect blend of strength and hunger, your body pinning me there. I can feel your hardness pressing insistently against my thigh, thick and throbbing, making me ache with anticipation. Your hands are everywhere — sliding under my shirt to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples, then gripping my hips and squeezing my ass as you grind against me.

The friction makes me gasp and moan, my body arching into yours. I can feel how wet I already am, my panties soaked just from your touch. Our mouths crash together again, tongues dancing, breaths mingling as the temperature between us rises higher and higher.

You lift me effortlessly and carry me to the bedroom, our lips never parting. You lay me down on the soft sheets and climb on top of me, your weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way. Or maybe I push you down first, straddling your hips, my hair falling around us like a curtain as I look into your eyes and slowly rock against your cock.

I want to feel you everywhere — your hands roaming my body, your mouth on my neck, my breasts, sucking and biting just hard enough to make me whimper. Your fingers slip between my thighs, stroking my slick folds, circling my swollen clit until my hips are bucking desperately and I’m moaning your name like a prayer.

When you finally push inside me, stretching me open with that perfect, full feeling, I cry out in pure ecstasy. “Yes… fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp. Each deep thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. I dig my nails into your back, raking them down as you move faster, harder. “Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.”

I wrap my legs around you again, heels digging into your lower back, urging you deeper. I want to hear you groan about how tight and wet I am, how perfectly I squeeze around your cock, how badly you’ve needed this. Your hips snap against mine, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the room along with my breathless cries.

You flip me over onto my stomach, hands gripping my hips and pulling my ass up toward you. With one powerful thrust you bury yourself completely inside me. I scream into the pillow as the new angle hits that perfect spot over and over. You take me hard, your body slamming against mine with raw strength, one hand fisting my hair, the other holding my waist so I can’t escape the overwhelming pleasure.

Orgasm after orgasm rips through me — my body shaking, my pussy clenching rhythmically around you, soaking your cock and the sheets beneath us. I’m a trembling, moaning mess, but you don’t stop. You keep driving into me, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until I can barely breathe.

I turn to face you again, pulling you into a deep, desperate kiss. My hand slides down between us, wrapping around your slick cock, stroking you slowly while I whisper how much I love feeling you inside me. I want to taste you. I push you onto your back and crawl between your legs, taking you into my mouth.

My tongue swirls around the head, teasing the sensitive underside before I suck you deeper, hollowing my cheeks and taking you as far as I can. I love the way you groan my name, the way your fingers thread through my hair as I worship you with my mouth.

Then you pull me up and slide into me again, this time slow and deep, our bodies moving together in a sensual rhythm. Every thrust is deliberate, every kiss filled with passion. I feel you everywhere — your breath on my neck, your hands gripping my thighs, your cock stretching and filling me so perfectly it feels like we were made for each other. I ride you slowly, grinding my hips in circles, savoring every inch of you before we both lose control again and fuck harder, faster, chasing that edge together.

I love you so much it consumes every part of me. In these moments, the world disappears. There’s only us — tangled limbs, heated skin, racing hearts, and overwhelming pleasure. I need you to make love to me like this for hours — hard and rough one moment, slow and tender the next. I want to feel you come deep inside me, your body shuddering against mine as we both fall over the edge together.

Afterward, hold me close in your arms. Let me rest my head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat slow down while your fingers gently trace patterns on my back. Whisper how beautiful I am, how perfect we are together. Because with you, I never want this feeling to end. I’m yours — completely, utterly, and always. Make love to me, baby. Take everything I have to give… and give me all of you in return.

Breathless & Burning

Velvet night

Candlelight

Dangerous eyes

Hidden sighs

Fingers trace

Slow embrace

Breathing thin

Heat within

Teasing touch

Need too much

Lips that taste

No time to waste

Bodies pressed

Sin confessed

Heartbeat race

Hungry pace

Moonlight glows

Desire grows

Shaking knees

Begging please

Sweat like rain

Sweet dark pain

Nails that mark

After dark

Tangled tight

Lost all night

Whispers low

“Don’t let go”

Passion deep

Secrets keep

Burning slow

Afterglow

Morning creep

Bodies weak

Shivers fade

Memories stayed

Eyes still meet

Pulse skips beat

One last kiss

Falling bliss

Silent room

Perfume blooms

Sheets still warm

After the storm

Hearts still leap

Back to sleep

Daddy Violates Forbidden Virgin

Thirty Six, a daddy dom with firm control over good things,

Neighbor to her father—friendly nods, nothing more. 

Her eighteenth birthday: first time I laid eyes on her. 

Camera in hand, snapping party shots, She wore a tight deep-neck top, 

cleavage teasing, Paired with simple shorts—innocent enough for the crowd. 

But her gaze locked on mine, sub by nature, 

Flirty smiles and poses that screamed unspoken need.

Next day, she came over to see the photos, 

In jeans and a casual tee, brushing close on the couch, 

Fingers lingering, flirting bold—testing my resolve. 

Then parents left town, the house next door silent. 

Doorbell rang: there she stood, transformed— 

Tiny mini skirt barely covering her thighs, 

Thong peeking with every shift, 

Tight deep-neck top plunging low, breasts straining.

"Hey Hey Heyyy," she whispered, 

stepping inside, voice trembling,

"Parents are out of town, i am home alone, 

So i wanted some company" She said

She had this pleading puppy eyes.

"What?" I asked 

"You know this, you know me and you know what i need"

Please fuck me. Use me. Breed your little girl."

I stepped back, denial sharp:

"No, baby—this is wrong. 

I'm twice your age, Your father trusts me. 

We're neighbors; this could ruin everything."

"Daddy, I am Ovulating. Horny AF" she whispered

She bit her lip, eyes pleading, sub instincts on fire:

"But I'm eighteen now, legal and aching for you.

I've wanted this since I saw you at the party.

Be my first, Daddy—I've saved my virginity 

just for someone like you."

I gripped the doorframe, reasoning through the storm:

"It's forbidden, little one. 

One step inside my world

And there's no going back—secrets, lies, 

the risk of getting caught.

Your dad could hate me forever;

 this affair would burn us both."

She pressed against me, hands sliding up my chest:

"I don't care, Daddy. 

I need your control, 

your cock deep inside.

Deny everyone else—

just take me, breed me, own me."

My resolve shattered. 

I pulled her in, door slamming shut.

"Good girl," I growled, 

"but from now on, you obey Daddy completely."

I claimed her virginity on the living-room rug, 

Mini skirt flipped up, thong torn aside. 

She was dripping, impossibly tight, gasping as I stretched her slow—

 

"Daddy, it hurts so good—harder, please!" 

I thrust deep, relentless, breeding her exactly as she begged, 

Her submissive cries echoing: 

"Fill me, Daddy—make me yours!"

Every day after, she showed up in those tiny skirts, 

Thong flashing, top barely containing her 

We fucked everywhere: 

shower, kitchen, my bed. 

Mornings bent over the counter, 

afternoons riding me raw, 

Nights with her tied and begging for another load.

When her parents returned, 

the mini skirts stayed hidden, 

But the texts kept coming: 

Need you, Daddy. Door's unlocked.

The count of late night fucks while her parents were asleep downstairs

UN-FUCKING-COUNTABLE

Our forbidden affair burns hotter than ever—

My perfect little sub, forever marked as mine.

Forbidden Dawn & Unholy Tremors

Sunlight crept through the blinds, warm and slow,

Touching her skin, making her body glow.

Under the hotel sheet, she was mine, pressed,

Her heat from last night refusing to rest.

I felt myself hard, morning wood insistent,
Grinding against her ass, hips moving persistent.

"mmmm Daddyyyyyy"

Her soft whimpers, sleepy moans, called me near,
This bed our kingdom, our lust crystal clear.

"mmmm my dirty little slut. Good Morning"

I kissed her back, nipped her neck, hands roaming free,
Every curve, every fold, belonged to me.
I turned her to me, tongues collided, raw and slick,
A French kiss that made her moan, made me quick.

Sliding her to her side, I took my place on the right,
Fingers exploring, teasing her wet delight.
Her juices slicked my fingers, deep inside,
Curling, pressing, making her ride the tide.

Her moans grew louder, body trembling in need,
A little squirt escaped — I watched, took the lead.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she begged, fire in her tone,
Forbidden words that made me claim her as my own.

I lifted her, pressed deep, thick cock driving hard,
Pounding her like only Daddy can guard.
Her cries, her screams, filthy pleasure unbound,
Every thrust reminded me —she’s mine, she’s my playground.

Her nails dug into me, hands clutching my skin, 

Gripping my cock, she said

“Don't pull out! Noooo”

“Cum inside me, Daddy”

“Breed me Daddy, Please”

I emptied myself deep, shivering, filling her core,
Feeling her shudder, wanting more and more.

We collapsed tangled, sweat and giggles combined,
The sun climbing higher, our bodies perfectly aligned.

She was late for the morning, got up the bed
Cum Dripping, hips swaying, limping a little
I lay naked, empty, craving my slut, feeling the tilt.

Our early morning fire, raw, forbidden, alive, burning
In this Montreal hotel, we didn’t just touch—we thrived.

She’s my Little Brat, Dirty Slut, A Secret Sin,
This forbidden morning, I claimed her again.

Brunch and work would pull her away,
But Daddy knew, she would come back for a reclaim.

And,
It was just little over 12 hours, since i met her

Room 805: Two Sinners & Thousand Moans

The streets still hummed with midnight breath,

while her body trembled at each step.

Toy buzzing deep, her legs unsteady,

dirty kisses on corners — reckless, messy, heavy.

A forbidden affair in a foreign night,
two strangers burning in the city lights.
I pulled her close, her moans half-bitten,
hoping no passerby caught us smitten.

The hotel door sighed — 805.
A room where desire would come alive.
Small, cozy, dark at 2 a.m.,
walls ready to hold our sin within them.

We crashed onto the bed with feral heat,
her denim tugged down, her body laid sweet.
Black satin thong, lace bra still tight,
the toy humming inside — dripping delight.

She spread for me, shameless, obscene,
legs glistening, wet, satin sheen.
Her gusset stained creamy, white with her lust,
I leaned down, inhaled her scent, raw and just.

I kissed her lips, then slid my tongue,
made her taste herself where the mess had clung.
Her eyes screamed silent, “Fuck me, Daddy—”
but I withheld, I made her wait, made her needy.

From the bag, a new sin gleamed,
a thick long nude dildo, vibrating, mean.
Lubed, alive, I shoved it deep,
her thong strapped tight, its prison to keep.

few minutes into fucking.....

The bed shook as she lost her mind,
her body convulsing, her voice unrefined.
Moans turned screams, then screams to cries,
while passion poured between her thighs.

I kissed her skin, I owned her breath,
her cunt was quaking itself to death.
Neighbors could hear, at 3 a.m.,
her voice a hymn, a primal anthem.

Orgasm after orgasm, wave on wave,
her slutty body — the gift I enslaved.
Eyes rolled back, trembling, drained,
a slut undone, her soul unchained.

I held her after, sweat still raw,
her body twitching, her pussy sore.
I wanted more, to pound her through dawn,
but she was wrecked, used, fully withdrawn.

So I saved my hunger, my cock’s true claim,
for the morning light — to start again.
Because she is mine, slutty, divine,
and only Daddy could break her spine.

Finally, the toys pulled free,
black lace gone, thong released.
Clothes in a pile on the hotel floor,
our bodies bare, craving more.

Two naked skins under one thick sheet,
sweat still fresh, her heartbeat beneath.
My hard cock pressed against her spine,
her butt crack cradling the length of mine.

I wrapped her up, my arm on her waist,
our scents mingled, a sinful taste.
She whimpered softly, half-asleep,
wrecked and wrecking, mine to keep.

The city’s noise faded, our breathing slow,
moonlight cut lines across her glow.
We drifted down, tangled, spent,
the night’s destruction now silent, spent.

A few hours’ sleep before morning light,
her body still twitching from the night.
Because in 805, under sheets that reeked of sin,
we slept as strangers who’d already been within.

Cuddled tight,
she turns, whispers in the dark—
a vow no saint would dare to bless:
“Daddy… wake me whenever you want.
Wake me to fuck me. I’m yours.”

And with that promise,
I close my eyes,
knowing the night isn’t finished—
it’s only waiting for dawn
to demand more sin.

Prosecco and Pussy

She plucked two wine glasses,

Still blushing from the quake of orgasm,

from the wetness she painted across my hands.

She looked in my eyes and said

“Help me Daddy”

I popped the Prosecco,
bubbles rising like the pulse in her throat.

I laid on the couch and our playlist of sinful
sensual music dripped through the TV.

She poured,
Her dress still clinging,
No panties, Pussy dripping
eyes glimmering as she handed me the glass.

“I wanna be comfy, Daddy.” - She asked

“Yes.” - Daddy Approved

Her thin black dress fell,
her body bared in soft evening light,
my denim shirt and black jeans gone,
only my boxers left.

Wine was amazing but she looked more thirsty

She crawled to me and started licking my cock

Her mouth replaced her hands—
warm, eager, worshipful.
Wine in my palm,
her lips worshipped me for five long minutes
until my cock throbbed like a heartbeat
calling her to ride.

I moved on to the chaise, she followed.

It's time to Finally Fuck her

“Yes Daddy, Fuck Me!”

She mounted,
screaming, moaning,
grinding, jumping,
her voice cracked open—

“I am Daddy's Dirty Little Whore”

I made her stand,
ate her like thirst,
drank her until she shook apart,
then let her fall back on me—
riding, cumming,
losing herself in her own screams.

“Daddy, fuck me in my room on my bed.”

I finished my drink.

I yanked her hair,
let her guide me.
In her room.

Her bed smelled like it hid lot of sinful secrets.

I jumped on the bed as a new secret.

I told her to sit on my face.
She did.
My arms locked her thighs,
my tongue drowned her pussy
until she convulsed,
orgasm after orgasm.

“Fuck me, Daddy, I am all yours.”

“Are you gonna cheat on her with me?”

“Are you gonna fuck me better than him?”

“Say it to me Daddy, Give it to me Daddy”

I flipped her,
Pounded Missionary.

“Yes Yes Fuck Yes” I Moaned..

Ten brutal minutes,
her pussy squirting around me,
our bodies crashing louder
than the music.

My thick juicy cock was destroying her wet pussy

Five days of cum surged,
I pulled out,
emptied into her mouth.

She swallowed me whole,
eyes burning wild,
hair undone,
her body now carved as Daddy’s property.

We collapsed in sweat and laughter,
hearts racing,
the air still trembling with sin.

When I rose, pulling on my boxers,
she looked at me with a sly smile,
a glimmer still dripping between her thighs.

“Can we do all this again?” she whispered,
a plea wrapped in hunger.

I smirked, tugged her chin,
“Do you wanna hit the
Montréal nightclubs tonight?”

Her lips curved deeper.
“Good idea—tacos first,
and then I’ll grind you in the dance floor.”

I chuckled, kissed her mouth—
a seal of promise,
A spark for the night yet to come.

“See you in a couple of hours,” I murmured,
before the door closed behind me,
and a taxi carried me back
to my hotel room.

That forbidden night wasn’t over.
It was just heading for more.

First Sin, Filthy Sips

Six o’clock, outside the bar,

black denim tight,

denim shirt on my shoulders,

and there she is walking towards me,

my eyes locking on her the second she appears.

Black dress flowing,
lace teasing beneath the neckline,
her smile pulling me under.
“Finally,” she says,
and the word melts between us
as I crash into her hug,
breathing her in,
her perfume mixing with my skin,
her cleavage brushing my chest.
The city disappears.
It’s only us.

Inside—a dim corner table,
hidden from wandering eyes.
We sit, but not apart.
The tension is thick,
and in minutes
her lips are on mine.
Soft, hungry,
again and again,
every few breaths we’re kissing,
as if the weeks of waiting
demand payment now.

French cocktails arrive,
but my true intoxication
is her shifting on my palm.
She’s perched on my hand,
lace pressing to my skin,
warmth seeping through,
making me throb against my jeans.

I made her feel my throbbing cock,

I feel her heat, her need,
her body whispering yes.

She leaves for the restroom—
my mind racing.
When she returns,
her lips curl, her eyes daring,
and she places a remote in my hand.

“Daddy’s in control now.”

I press,
watching her breath catch,
hips tightening,
eyes glazing as the toy hums inside her.
She hands me her thong—
warm, damp, forbidden.
I hold it,
inhale softly,
press it to my lips.
The taste of her is everywhere,
and I kiss her deep,
slipping it back into her mouth
so she tastes her own desire.

Around us the bar hums—
music, glasses, laughter—
but our world is smaller, darker, hotter.
She shivers in my grip,
a quiet orgasm shuddering through her,
and I know she’s mine.

After forty-five minutes,
she leans close,

eyes locked, voice low:
“Let’s go to my apartment.”

The Needy Eyes,

A Needy Voice,

One Needy Slut.

We finish the drinks,
the night already trembling.
Hand in hand,
her lace still in my pocket,
her taste still on my tongue,
I breathe her in—
the scent of sin,
the scent of Montréal,
the scent of what comes next.

Montréal doesn’t know yet.
But the city will learn tonight
how dirty we can be,
how far we’ll go,
how two forbidden bodies
will fuck themselves into memory.

Montréal Ache

Morning Haze, Airport Rush,

 Her scent in my hand,
A duty-free sin bottled,
a promise of what I’ll smear
on her throat later.
Three and a half hours
to the city where she waits,
my cock already aching before
the plane even leaves the ground.

Five days denied,
Our bodies quaking
with unshed orgasms

The plane climbs,
and so does the ache.
You, naked in tangled sheets,
sending me your body in fragments—
soft skin flashing,
hips rolling,
a brat’s smile daring me through the glass.

You ask me to choose your thong,
as if choice makes you innocent.
then you wear it for daddy
and wet it for your daddy
your hand sliding over it,
your moans caught between work and want.
You make me hard.
You make me furious.
You make me need to own you.

I read our old filth,

the words that should have stayed buried,

while new ones arrive,

sharper, wetter, darker.

Every line a reminder

that what we’re building isn’t allowed—

and that’s what makes it unbearable.

In the airplane toilet,
I free myself, cock swollen, throbbing,
and I give her what she begged for—
a picture she’ll hide,
a picture she’ll keep,
a picture that binds her to me.
Thick, veined, dripping.
A sin in pixels.
A promise I will force into her tonight.

By noon I land.
By six, we’ll drink.
The city will glow around us,
but the fire will burn beneath the surface—
two bodies colliding in a hunger
that doesn’t belong to us,
but we’ll take it anyway.

Montréal won’t know the truth—
but we will.
The forbidden is sweeter when it’s ours,
and tonight,
the ache we’ve carried through distance,
through guilt,
through need—
will finally split open.

Montréal ache.
Our ache.

Unforgivable, 

Unstoppable, 

Inevitable.

 

Obedience Unlocked

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