myredbike:

Words are not just words
Don’t say it because you think I want to hear it.
Don’t say it because it’s become an expected routine.
Don’t say it because you would feel bad for not saying it.
Don’t say it because you’re hanging on to the past.
Say it because not saying it feels painfully wrong.
Say it because your heart demands you to do so.
Say it because you need me to never forget it.
Say it because you still, and without a doubt, truly feel it.
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myredbike:

Words are not just words

Don’t say it because you think I want to hear it.

Don’t say it because it’s become an expected routine.

Don’t say it because you would feel bad for not saying it.

Don’t say it because you’re hanging on to the past.

Say it because not saying it feels painfully wrong.

Say it because your heart demands you to do so.

Say it because you need me to never forget it.

Say it because you still, and without a doubt, truly feel it.

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myredbike:

Do you like to watch?
Come in and don’t talk. Take off your coat and your shoes. Slip off your top and your skirt. But leave on your underwear. Then sit on that chair with your legs slightly apart. Put your hands on the armrests and wait.
I don’t want you to move in any way. You’re not allowed to adjust or take off your bra or panties. You’re not permitted to move your hands from the armrests. No running your fingers over your smooth thighs. No pinching your firm nipples through your bra. No sliding your hand into your panties to feel your moist lips.
I don’t want you to talk at all. No dirty talk or even whispering. I don’t want to hear how watching me makes you feel. I don’t want you to give me instructions on what you want me to do or how you wish you could touch yourself. No talking, no moaning, no sounds whatsoever.
All I want you to do is sit on that chair and watch. To look at my face and see how my eyes react to my stroking. Observe my mouth and notice what my lips do when my grip gets firmer. How my tongue moves when the throbbing through my cock becomes stronger.
Keep your eyes on me. Watch how my hand moves along my hard shaft. How I cup my balls with the other one. See the precum dripping down my fingers. Look into my eyes when I lick it off them. Watch how my body starts to slowly lose control. How my grip goes from slow and loose to fast and tight. See how I slide around the chair, my hands all over my body.
I’m the object of your own, private show. Look, watch and stare at me. Discover how my body moves and what I do to myself to build the tension. How I extend and prolong. The way I keep delaying my orgasm. How I use my own escaping juices to lubricate my pulsing cock.
Then watch closely when I finally let go. See how my teeth attack my lips, how my grip squeezes even tighter. Hear me moan when I release. Watch me cover myself in my own cum. Shot after shot. Layer upon layer. Up my chest, over my belly, across my thighs. Until my hand eventually slows down and stops with my cock still throbbing in my hand and the last few drops falling to the ground.
But throughout it all, don’t move and don’t talk. You’re just here to observe. So, do you like to watch? Because I like to show…
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We just discussed the female gaze in class today, which ties in excellently with this :D 

myredbike:

Do you like to watch?

Come in and don’t talk. Take off your coat and your shoes. Slip off your top and your skirt. But leave on your underwear. Then sit on that chair with your legs slightly apart. Put your hands on the armrests and wait.

I don’t want you to move in any way. You’re not allowed to adjust or take off your bra or panties. You’re not permitted to move your hands from the armrests. No running your fingers over your smooth thighs. No pinching your firm nipples through your bra. No sliding your hand into your panties to feel your moist lips.

I don’t want you to talk at all. No dirty talk or even whispering. I don’t want to hear how watching me makes you feel. I don’t want you to give me instructions on what you want me to do or how you wish you could touch yourself. No talking, no moaning, no sounds whatsoever.

All I want you to do is sit on that chair and watch. To look at my face and see how my eyes react to my stroking. Observe my mouth and notice what my lips do when my grip gets firmer. How my tongue moves when the throbbing through my cock becomes stronger.

Keep your eyes on me. Watch how my hand moves along my hard shaft. How I cup my balls with the other one. See the precum dripping down my fingers. Look into my eyes when I lick it off them. Watch how my body starts to slowly lose control. How my grip goes from slow and loose to fast and tight. See how I slide around the chair, my hands all over my body.

I’m the object of your own, private show. Look, watch and stare at me. Discover how my body moves and what I do to myself to build the tension. How I extend and prolong. The way I keep delaying my orgasm. How I use my own escaping juices to lubricate my pulsing cock.

Then watch closely when I finally let go. See how my teeth attack my lips, how my grip squeezes even tighter. Hear me moan when I release. Watch me cover myself in my own cum. Shot after shot. Layer upon layer. Up my chest, over my belly, across my thighs. Until my hand eventually slows down and stops with my cock still throbbing in my hand and the last few drops falling to the ground.

But throughout it all, don’t move and don’t talk. You’re just here to observe. So, do you like to watch? Because I like to show…

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We just discussed the female gaze in class today, which ties in excellently with this :D 

Reblogged from myredbike

myredbike:

Inappropriate thoughts
"I’m having a really nice time," she said smiling from across the table.
"So am I," he replied returning her smile before putting another bite into his mouth. How I want to rip your bra open and suck on your nipples right now, he thought.
"Should we go for a glass of wine after dinner?" she asked while getting up to go to the ladies room.
"Sure. That’s a good idea," he answered as he watched her walk toward the back of the restaurant. I’m going to eat that pussy and ass of yours until you scream later.
"Do you want to come up to my place for a little bit?" she wondered as he parked his car in front of her house later that evening.
"I would love to," he said turning off the engine and stepping out of the car. I can’t wait to push my hard cock deep into your warm, wet mouth until your eyes water.
"Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a moment," she said a short while later before disappearing into another room.
"Thank you. I will," he replied while taking a seat. I’m going to abuse your clit for hours right here on this couch.
"You’re such a nice guy," she said from the other room while getting changed.
"That’s nice of you to say," he answered, stretching his arms across the backrest of the couch. I will be even nicer when I cum all over your sexy body.
"Can you please do me a favour?" she asked coming back into the room a few minutes later wearing only her underwear. "Stop thinking about it and fuck me."
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Perfection. 

myredbike:

Inappropriate thoughts

"I’m having a really nice time," she said smiling from across the table.

"So am I," he replied returning her smile before putting another bite into his mouth. How I want to rip your bra open and suck on your nipples right now, he thought.

"Should we go for a glass of wine after dinner?" she asked while getting up to go to the ladies room.

"Sure. That’s a good idea," he answered as he watched her walk toward the back of the restaurant. I’m going to eat that pussy and ass of yours until you scream later.

"Do you want to come up to my place for a little bit?" she wondered as he parked his car in front of her house later that evening.

"I would love to," he said turning off the engine and stepping out of the car. I can’t wait to push my hard cock deep into your warm, wet mouth until your eyes water.

"Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a moment," she said a short while later before disappearing into another room.

"Thank you. I will," he replied while taking a seat. I’m going to abuse your clit for hours right here on this couch.

"You’re such a nice guy," she said from the other room while getting changed.

"That’s nice of you to say," he answered, stretching his arms across the backrest of the couch. I will be even nicer when I cum all over your sexy body.

"Can you please do me a favour?" she asked coming back into the room a few minutes later wearing only her underwear. "Stop thinking about it and fuck me."

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Perfection. 

Reblogged from myredbike

myredbike:

Drip for me
Stop everything right this second. I don’t care how important you think it is. I’m telling you right now it can wait. Stop asking questions. I don’t want to hear your objections. Get your sweet pussy over here. My mouth needs it.
Give those smooth lips to me. Hand over that sensitive clit. I want to smell it. I need to lick it. I have to taste it. When you offer yourself like that to me, I know that you are mine. I know that I’m the only one who gets to taste you. I know that only I can make you cum.
Drip onto me. Drip into me. Give me your nectar. Let me taste the essence and desire of the woman that you are. Every single drop. I want it all on my face. Right now. We both know that your oozing cunt belongs to me. Don’t make me say it again.
Enough talking. Come over here and do what I tell you. Baby needs to drip. And if you’re a good girl and give me all of your juices, I’ll drip for you in return…
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Oh, my God. *squirms in her chair* 
Help. I’m really turned on by this. 

myredbike:

Drip for me

Stop everything right this second. I don’t care how important you think it is. I’m telling you right now it can wait. Stop asking questions. I don’t want to hear your objections. Get your sweet pussy over here. My mouth needs it.

Give those smooth lips to me. Hand over that sensitive clit. I want to smell it. I need to lick it. I have to taste it. When you offer yourself like that to me, I know that you are mine. I know that I’m the only one who gets to taste you. I know that only I can make you cum.

Drip onto me. Drip into me. Give me your nectar. Let me taste the essence and desire of the woman that you are. Every single drop. I want it all on my face. Right now. We both know that your oozing cunt belongs to me. Don’t make me say it again.

Enough talking. Come over here and do what I tell you. Baby needs to drip. And if you’re a good girl and give me all of your juices, I’ll drip for you in return…

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Oh, my God. *squirms in her chair* 

Help. I’m really turned on by this. 

Reblogged from myredbike

pleasuretorture:

Behind the blindfold, you don’t see figures, skin, movement, all your mind’s eye can comprehend is pleasure; the way your clitoris flickers back and forth as a tongue lashes against it, the way your pussy juices trail down the petals of your sex.

Together they devote themselves to bringing you to the pinnacles of pleasure, to smother you in your deepest fantasy. Your chest fondled, the sweet spot of the nape of your neck nibbled on, all while another mouth relishes in the sensitivity of your pussy. 

Once the blindfold is off, you take pleasure in seeing them explore you so intently, seeing the joy in their eyes every time their fingertips and mouths makes you squirm. Feeling fingers inside you, feeling your clitoris being stroked and knowing your sex is being watched so closely would alone be enough to tip you over the brink; having lips locking around your own as you moan into them is what throws you over that cliff into pure orgasmic bliss.

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God help me. 

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