I love the feeling of being owned by him. Of being his property. I thrill at the idea that he can use me any time he desires and that my primary purpose is for his sexual gratification. His, and anyone else he might choose to have me service. Or anyone else who calls for it!!
I love that he has the balls to take me naked into rooms full of people, his ownership revealed by the collar around my neck, and my utter and complete subservience to him. I adore the insolence of these rooms full of men staring pointedly at my pussy. My ass. My tits. For as long as they desire. They dont need to look at my face or ask my permission for anything. I love every second of it and find it endlessly arousing.
I am a sexually voracious woman. However, no matter how much I am fucked, or how thoroughly, I always, always want more. I used to fantasize about the scene in Last Exit to Brooklyn where Tralala rips off her blouse in a bar and invites 30 men to fuck her. Or the scene in Suspicious River where Leila is held captive and made to fuck a room full of men. I like being a sexual object whose only purpose is to suck, fuck and be a receptacle for cum. I like the idea that men can do whatever they want to me. I will please them over and over and over again until they are utterly satisfied. I love the idea of them taking turns with me, one at a time. Or more at a time. One with his cock in my pussy, the other in my mouth. Those two will cum, just barely pulling their cocks out of me and then others will take their places. By the time they’ve all finished, the initial set of men will be hard again and ready to fuck me once more. Or twice more.
I love this idea of being taken and used. That I exist only for their pleasure. My own is an afterthought. Or rather, my own pleasure is derived by how effectively and thoroughly I can please them.
These are the things I dream about.
So when men propose owning me and making me their sex slave, it is a dream come true. Sometimes I wonder if my incessant love of cock and its incessant use on me is some kind of metaphor for a type of penetration I crave – being fully opened emotionally and spiritually. Perhaps it is. Or maybe it’s just that I love to get fucked.
A lot.
So, give me a call and use me any way you want, I’m all YOURS!
I have always been the sweet girl next door kinda girl, but now I just really have a lust to be slutty. Is that bad? I have really gotten into be nasty in public. I love really big dildos and when its time to play for the camera, my favorite way it to put it on the floor and position myself over it and ride it for the camera like it was the best fuck I ever had.
