#remote control
How Christina is now …..xox
Belted and teased x
That’s just mean
There are some photos that just capture an emotion perfectly. Like this one. I have no doubt in her position I’d be reacting exactly the same way. xD
But, in fairness, I always say if you dress like a slut, you should get treated like a slut.
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Fun fact:
When Nikola Tesla first displayed his idea of remote control to the public in 1898, they all thought he was some kind of crazy magician who trained a small monkey to drive the boat hidden inside .
Tell Me Everything
You know I belong to you, my love.
So tell me more about how you’ll train me.
Tell me how you’ll teach me to serve you, piece by piece.
Start with my hands. Teach them how to find your dick bulging through the crotch of your pants while we sit on the couch watching movies. Rub my fingertips over the soft fabric covering your dick until I can feel the loose skin around the head rub and catch on your underwear. Make me anticipate that soft, warm skin that drags and rotates around the spongy core of your dick. Show me when to slip my hand into your waistband and grasp for my prize.
Train my eyes to look only to you. To gaze up in reverence and awe as I milk the cum from your cock.
Train my ears to respond to your every command. Teach me to savor every moan and hang on your words like a prophet’s.
Train my lungs to long to breathe your spent air as you hunch over me, pounding into me. They’re already begging to be pushed to their limit so you can bury the stress of your day in my throat.
Will you coach me on how and when you like your blowjobs? How to wait patiently under the kitchen table for you to come in and sit down after work, muscles tense.
Will you teach me how to keep your cock warm and comfortable in my mouth while you eat dinner? I want to let you vent about your day as I nurse gently on your length. The hunger I feel makes me drool more and it turns your welcome home dinner table blowjob that much sloppier, and I hope you’re proud of the progress you’ve made with me so far.
Tell me what it’s like to get to know the ridges of my throat while you teach me to take your whole cock.
Tell me what it’s like to touch the bulge of your own dick through the skin of my neck as you pump into me.
Do you feel your power over me?
Do you feel my hormones rush as you push down and down as far into my throat as you can and rub up and up into your palm, jerking yourself off, using my throat as a fleshlight?
My only conscious thought is that I hope I’m pleasing you. The way you treat me makes me want you more.
Each rough twitch of your hips pushes the oxygen in my veins farther and farther. You thrust, grind, and shudder, your thickness and the weight of your hand closing off my air supply once again and I drift further from awareness.
As I drift away from myself, I fall closer and closer to you. My world narrows to you as your rhythmic grunting and thrusts hypnotize me. I fall deeper and deeper into complete rapture. I’m doing what I’m meant to be doing here, worshipping you, recognizing your power. Giving you a place to shoot your precious load.
Please keep training me. Tell me how you like to be sucked. Show me how you want to be kissed and licked, and what it’s like to get you erect.
What makes you feel revered? What makes you feel served?
Train me to cum to your smell, your taste, your voice. Train me to lick the cum off my dinner plate and ask for more.
Tell me your favorite methods and routines- how’ll you’ll start me on my addiction to your cock.
Tell me more about how you’ll train me…
… Then tell me more about how you’ll breed me.
Will you rut my cervix like an animal, the tendons in my hips straining as you pound and push into my womb? How merciless can you get?
Will you knead my breasts as they start to swell with milk for you and our child, torture my nipples as they grow longer and more tender between your teeth?
I long to feel you suck me, to have you link this incredible pleasure to the act of giving you babies. It’s a feedback loop locked deep in my brain- each time you drink from my breasts, I whisper a prayer to you, my god, that you’ll keep me pregnant as much as you can.
Each time you caress my growing stomach, I feel grateful to you for taking control of me like this, to give me purpose as a breeding vessel.
As I pull my panties up and they start to fill with your thick cum leaking from my messy pussy, I thank you for filling me with load after load of your precious sperm.
Every time you look at me in public, all I want is to feel my cervix twitching, yearning for your dickhead. I want my cunt lips held together with your thick semen so I feel it as I walk.
As I think about the thousands of wriggling, buzzing sperm swimming inside me, hunting and dominating my egg, I surrender my life to you again.
You control every aspect of my orgasm, even though every tiny bead of cum feels like electricity against my cunt. I’m yours to dominate.
Train my heart, changing its rhythm to beat under yours, subservient down to the involuntary tremors of my body.
Ruin me for other cocks.
Tell me more about how you’ll fuck me my love.
Tell me everything.
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The LEGO Remote Controlled Monowheel #lego
I totally forgot about this song. I thought it was weird but so catchy when it came out in 1997. I was looking for my remote yesterday and starting singing “Where is my remote control” I paused and was like “I REMEMBER THAT SONG!”
Remote Control by Age of Electric
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TINY FUNCTIONING FORKLIFT loading tiny skids onto tiny trucks <3
I barely felt anything. They said I might feel a sharp pain when they implanted the chip at the base of my skull, but it happened so fast. Now that I have the chip, I can control anything or anyone, as long as they get a chip that is paired with mine. We tested it with a mouse first. All I had to do was think about it running on the wheel and it would run. I could make it eat. I could stop it from eating. I could even hold it in the palm of my hand and it wouldn’t run away.
“You can’t make another sentient being do something they really don’t want to do though,” they warned me. For example, I can’t make the mouse jump into a fire, not that I would want to…
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My phone buzzes. Is it who I’m hoping it is?
Yes.
Emily: SHOTS??
Me: Long day?
Emily: So long.
Me: Come on over.
Emily and I have been drinking buddies ever since we worked in the bar together 5 years ago. But now we both have grown-up jobs, which means less fun, but on the plus side, we’re both able to pay rent every month. I’ve always had a thing for her, but I just don’t know if she thinks of me that way. Now would be the time. We’re both single now, for the first time in a long while. I could tell her how I feel, but it’s hard, you know? I don’t want to make it weird.
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I hear the back door open. I’m nervous.
“Shots?” she calls from the kitchen.
“Already lined up,” I reply.
We take a few shots, and I’m feeling pretty good. Emily is on a roll, complaining about work. It’s what we do now. I want to listen, I do. And it’s not that I’m bored, I’m not. I’m just waiting for a good time. And I can’t help but fantasize about how it might turn out.
“UGHHH, and my headdddd,” she puts her forehead down on the table.
“Hurts?” I say.
“ALWAYS,” she groans. “This is what happens when you sit at a computer all day. These machines are killing us!”
“You want the magic fingers? I might be able to fix it. Or it will stay the same. Or there’s a small chance I will make it worse,” I offer.
She closes her eyes tight and nods her head yes. I’m still not sure what to do.
I get up and stand behind her. I start to rub her shoulders and my heart races. She moans a little. I close my eyes and imagine it’s from something else. I move her long blonde hair to the side and work on her neck. “That feels so good,” she murmurs. These are the words I’ve been wanting to hear. I run my fingers through her hair and she shivers slightly. I reach in my pocket.
“Don’t stop!” she says.
“Sorry, I had an itch.”
“It’s okay, now get back to work,” she orders.
I do. She smells so good. Am I a huge creep? Probably, but I don’t care.
“Ouch!” she flinches.
“Sorry… I warned you,” I apologize.
“It’s okay, overall still very good,” she lets out a deep breath. God, I love touching her. I don’t want to stop.
“Hold on,” she says. Ugh, I knew it. “Can I take off my shirt? Would that be better?”
Holy shit. It’s really happening.
“Uh, of course,” I try to sound casual, but it doesn’t matter. She’s already unbuttoning. She stands up and faces me. She’s not wearing a bra, and I try not to stare at her perfect tits. She looks at me in a way she’s never looked at me before. To be honest, I don’t think any woman’s ever looked at me quite like this.
I’m thinking about throwing her on the bed. I’m imagining her looking at me exactly like this as I pull off her pants and tease her wet pussy with my cock.
“Can we go to your bedroom?” she says, biting her lip. “Please?”
I tell her that we can.
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“Max’s Movies” by Bob Stilson was a comic that appeared in one of the video store magazines, and featured amusing anecdotes from the world of home video rental. I cut out and saved a bunch of them in the Video Store Scrapbook.
I hope posting this doesn’t offend Mr. Stilson should he still be in the business of making comics!
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It better be fully charged, as well as the remote control. Because I’m gonna zap you for making me wait.
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