Dante

The night’s bleak frontier always strip things down to what’s real, and I breathe the bitter chill.

Whenever I think about you.

Sitting my little princess on her throne—my lap—and bouncing her on my cock until she’s a whimpering little mess and babbling incoherently about silly little things like begging to stop because it hurts.

Need to be drowning in your little pussy; let me just lick and suck for hours as you sit on my face, shove me between your thighs while groping your tits for extra fun, make you beg and humiliate yourself, or whatever it is to have my mouth on your pussy.

Little girls who want to feel small and cute will feel extra small and cute when you hold them down and force them full of something much too big for them. Make sure to tell them how small and cute they are as they struggle to take you. They’ll thank you for making them feel so.

Funny how scrolling seems less informative at midnight and suddenly the news is just a series of angry cat memes disguised as serious discussions on power dynamics.

Cuteness aggression but sexual style as in someone is just too sweet and cute, and all I want to do is hold them down, bite and bruise, and turn them into a whimpering mess.

Breakfast time, princess. xitter.cf/3aaaxxx3/status/189722…

Touching you in public where you can’t moan or ask me to stop, you just have to hold on to me and take it unless you want everyone to hear you. I won’t stop till you start leaking and lose all your strength. I’ll carry you home to fuck you before you pass out from embarrassment.

Imagine the electricity coursing through your veins as I force myself inside you raw, your futile little attempts at fighting back don’t work, and you realize all at once that there’s nothing you can do to stop me from keeping you as my sex slave.

She pouted at me when I tried to put a condom on so I knew she was a good girl.

Wishing I could lick the grief from your lips, consume your miseries and sate myself on your despair.

Using you in front of the mirror, forcing you to watch yourself, and see how pretty you look for me.

I’ll carve my initial low on your waist, just above your pelvis. Even your body should know who it belongs to forever and even if you leave me, that mark will be your curse.