Very nicely done with an excellent set of big tits to work with. Very beautiful and deserves a lot of attention. Thank you for sharing and I hope to see more of them!
Very attractive pic of her big bound tits looking like they are about to be hoisted up and possibly lifting her from the ground. Not really sure if that happened but one can daydream…..
e-mail: Tuesday, April 25, 2017. “Good morning. You will write, by Thursday, 6am, about tits. Yours, the feeling when I touch, grope, scrape with whiskered face. The connection to your lady parts. Tits. Post to your blog Master”
My tits. He reminds me regularly “my” are not mine, but His. One day, I want to see me how He sees me. I am not a pin-up nor centerfold but a regular gal with an average body. I have no tattoos nor piercings other than in my ears, and my once-quite-red hair now sparkles with strands of silver, especially in the sun. I do not attract attention at parties, unless telling a joke or long story with a lively narrative. Visually, I blend into every crowd. And, I have always been OK with that. So what does He see? That is for Him to know.
The feelings when He touches, gropes, scrapes or brushes His manfur against and into my tender, pink swells? It is never the same, but it is never predictable, either. I know that does not help define the feelings. It is a start.
What I am about to write is honest. “Open and Honest” is something He introduced to me at the start; while W/we try to maintain this rule and obligation to each other, there have been times one of us has slipped and fibbed. Open and Honest is just a phrase if you don’t follow through in practice. I try to practice this with Him, with U/us, because anything else would abuse the gift of U/us.
This past week, post-period, my breasts normally feel light, bouncy, unbruised, happy, excitable and perky-pouty anxious for touch, stim, lips. These two weeks are when they are literally hungering for arousal non-stop; on my days off, I go braless to experience every sensation from the weather to the rough edge of a shirt. However, right now, they are feeling anything but sexy and aroused.
For unknown reasons of His own, Master has embarked on a daily campaign of being very aggressive with His touch and handling. There has not been a morning in the last week, since ending my period (and a couple days before), He has not aggressively manhandled, squeezed, pinched hard or pulled one or both breasts. The tissue inside is sore. Sore like it’s damaged, bruised, hurt. My gorgeous, full pink-nippled breasts are more sore now than when they would be naturally swollen and tender before my period. Without words, my breasts feel betrayed, abused, used but not adored nor pleasing.
They have longing but not their regular lurid desires. They want to be forgiven. They want to be left alone unless it is to be caressed by His gentle, teasing touch. More than that, they would benefit, as would my soul, from Loving and tender stroking and fondlings; from light, playful invitations to become aroused at their own speed. And, in turn, firing my sex to wet and purr at his touch or breath. Yet, despite the strong, direct-wired nip-clit connection, which is short fuse dynamite in my body, this groping handling feels it is meant to prove a point not invoke eroticism or make me wet…though His touch always makes me wet.
And as I am writing I hear how awful this sounds; how very much like criticism and complaint this whines. But, what may sound like complaint is me coming to terms with letting Someone have His way 100%, and that is the part of submission I am still learning: what is balance, what is giving, what is receiving, what is healthy, what I deserve, and what I can ask and expect. I ask little, as a submissive; I just am. I do not know “no” nor feel wholly comfortable saying, NO to Him without fearing He will turn elsewhere or just away. He is Master, but He is gentle-hearted and deeply feeling. And I realize I will not be expected to, nor am asked to, “like” everything He does.
Further honesty and personal risk: I am ashamed that I have gently tried to cajole and push Him away or lift His hands from my aching tits this week. It is not rejection but a call for ease, relief. My breasts hurt that much from whatever aggression or assertiveness is driving Him right now. Perhaps He is bored or seeks some different reaction from me. Perhaps He has come to a dead-end with His needs and is growing in new directions, bringing me along blindfolded.
Today, I have gone braless for the second day in a row, and it feels healing to let them shape without being hugged or strapped. They are breathing relief sighs, untouched, un-slapped or gouged by hard stubble…for now. I love how He directs my body to His bidding or draws me to the edge of something exciting and unexplored. Eventually, I will understand this passage, too.
⏤ genre: firefighter au, teacher au, established relationship au, fluff, and smut
⏤ rating: M
⏤ warnings: swearing, blue-haired!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, praising, petnames, oral sex (f & m receiving), oc compares jungkook to a smurf, a very bad attempt at humor, breast play, cum eating, brief spanking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (always use protection guys!), doggy style, nipple play, creampie, and multiple orgasms
⏤ words: 4,785
⏤ summary: three years ago, you met jungkook after an incident at the school you work. today, he surprised you by dying his hair based on your favorite song.
⏤ author’s note: hi everyone! so this came after the live of jungkook, i couldn’t help but find him extremely adorable with his blue hair. i still can’t believe i wrote this entire fic while listening to i love you of billie eilish while i usually tend to listen to the weeknd when i write smut so i hope it’ll still be good. wish you an amazing day, love you all a little feedback is always appreciated
Summary: “Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.”
When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there’s much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?
pairing:Taehyung x female reader
rating:18+
genre: college!au, romance, e2f2l, angst, a lot of fluff, smut
warnings: past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, kissing/making out, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), vaginal fingering, kinda handjob, breast play, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill - use protection, people), vaginal sex, sexual tension, ass grabbing, lots of flirting, pining, light swearing, taehyung is a book nerd!!
word count: 10.5k
a/n: HELLO! this fic is part of the “Golden Gift Event” (hosted by @btsgoldnetwork) - and is a gift for my lovely valentine @sunkissedjk! HAPPY LOVE DAY! you were so sweet all the time we “talked” and i’m kinda happy you gave me so much freedom :’D and i hope you like the end product! also, a huge thank you to my awesome beta readers @taetaesbaebaepsae,@unoriginal-username15432 & @voiceswithoutlips (who also made this BEAUTIFUL banner for me, i loooove you!!!) - oh and: i listened to “Sea” on repeat while writing this - spot the reference ;) - OKAY, THEN LET’S DIVE IN!
You wondered where all your impressive motivation that you’d harboured had suddenly vanished, leaving nothing in its wake but the lingering feelings of sorrow.
It felt like a pressing eternity since you’d been able to focus on one thing for longer than two endless minutes. All you were yearning for was your warm bed, for hiding yourself under your comforting sheets, your shelter that felt miles away as you sat on your seat.
You were looking out the window, zoned out as always, as you gazed into the grey sky, the approaching rain clearly evident in the way the world growled outside. Last night had tired you; after a recurring fight between your mother and you, you had decided to grab the still full box of chocolate ice cream that you’d bought a day before and withdraw to your room. It was exhausting. You always visited for one weekend a month and each time made you regret it, not long after your arrival.
Pairing:Med School Resident!Namjoon x Dental School resident female!Reader
Genre:Strangers to Lovers, one-shot, fluff, smut, crack
Tag warnings: NSFW, Explicit SMUT Oral [m/f-receiving], Mutual Masturbation breast play, MACABRE humor ☠️
Beta:The unparalleled @hobi-gif who just knows I use too much cream. Also, thanks to Mars @joheun-saram who gave me help with a line I was struggling with.
Word count: 4.8k
Summary:You and Namjoon seem to be actors in a Korean drama. He crashes into you, you crush onto him. It’s a match made in heaven. Or is it?
A/N:This is for a very special reader @triviafics who happens to be the nicest, kindest dental student I know, and creator of the most amazing fic rec reblogs. Real-life medical students and other dental students, please don’t kill me Feel free to send a message to educate me!
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“So dental school huh?”
He’s looking at you, a shy smile peeking beneath his equally shy gaze as he helps to pick up your books on oral and maxillofacial surgery scattered on the floor of the medical library.
If you didn’t know any better, you might have thought you were in a Korean drama.
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As you will know from my previous posts, I’ve been a naughty girl. I’ve been forgetting Sir’s tasks and he decided it was time to serve a punishment for forgetfulness.
Sir loves how big my boobs are and he decided as a punishment he wanted them to throb, ache and be marked to last me into the week so each time I look down and see them it’ll remind me not to forget tasks he has given me.
We started by tying them very very tight. SOOOOOOOOOO tight! They pretty much went purple right away and they throbbed so much. Sir liked that. Seeing my rock hard boobs bound and bulging made him happy.
Suction was applied, Sir likes big juicy nipples and there was even more pressure by then, more aching and more throbbing.
It was then time for the clamps to press down tightly on my juicy puffy nipples. It was painfull! A piercing pain but one I knew Sir would enjoy watching me endure. I thought that was the end but oh no, Sir had even more planned!
5 painful smacks to each breast. I was so nervous about the clamps being pulled off, it’d hurt so bad! In Sir’s words “This is a punishment baby girl. If you end up in tears then daddy will just be happier”. Ah, he knows how to make my pussy wet!
The clamps did come off and it hurt sooooo bad but I needed to learn my lesson and that was only part one! He wants more marks, more pain and more of a reminder to be a good little girl for Sir!
