“You like that, don’t you.”
It’s not a question. It’s a statement of fact.
“You’re such a perverted slut.”
“What sort of a person would get off on that? Who would come from having that done to them? That person would be a depraved and desperate slut.”
Those comments. Those words growled in my ear, or said down the phone, make me squirm. They make my breath catch and my cunt clench. They fill me with carnal lust and strip away any semblance of being respectable. They reduce me to a primal, sensation seeking, pleasure giving, desperate slut.
The promises of what we will do make me tremble with lust. The memories of what we did make me come all over again.
I don’t often talk about the details of what I get up to. That isn’t because I’m not happy to. I am aware that not every one is interested but that isn’t the reason. Like in most things, consent is vital to me. If someone asks, I know that they give consent to hear and I will tell them.
There’s another aspect though. If everyone knows everything, where would my squirm go? Would I still get off on just those few people knowing more and being able to whisper those things to me? I’m not the type of sub who turns into a puddle every time they hear, “Good girl.” But I am the one who squirms when someone who knows reminds me that I am a filthy, perverted slut.
I get that. I tend to fictionalize a lot of things maybe for the same reasons.
“But I am the one who squirms when someone who knows reminds me that I am a filthy, perverted slut.” Only a few people “are allowed” to talk to me like that, but Lord I sometimes wish more did! So lots of them do, in my head.
such an eager open mouth
“The promises of what we will do make me tremble with lust. The memories of what we did make me come all over again.”
This made me think of when I have memories of the night or day or week before and I feel the butterflies stir in my tummy, and my cunt go wet. I know I write about almost everything that happens, but I assume that when people come to my blog to read, by now they know what to expect. I will never just tell someone the details though, unless they ask for it.
Rebel xox
Yes I can totally relate to this…. being told how dirty I am, having my perversion said loud to me, that is so deliciously hot
mollyx
my pussy gushes when he says “you are so fucking tight” just as the head of his cock enters me..