…with your mouth on mine, your lips claiming me in a kiss that leaves me breathless and aching. Tongues dancing together, fleeting but unmistakable, your hand in my hair or under my chin, the other in the small of my back.
…with your hands and fingers; Cover my mouth as you whisper ‘hush now’ into my ear. Even when I squirm beneath you and try to nip at the palm of my your hand, press firmer, hold tighter. Push your fingers into my wetness and then force them into my mouth. Make me taste myself.
…with your cock. Force me to me knees and pinch my face until I open my bratty little mouth for you. Ignore the tears that well up in my eyes as you leave no room for anything but my moans.
…with my own panties. Tear my knickers from between my legs and force them into my snarling mouth making me taste and smell my own arousal as you take your pleasure in my slutty body.
Silence me in whatever way you choose, steal my words, muffle my cries, ignore my pleas, punish my profanities. Laugh as I fight and mute my protests so that I am forced to listen as for once you are the one who fills the air with filthy dirty words.
Great narrative use of the prompt photo – love the way you have set it out – and I believe all of it1 Particularly like how you have used so many different adjectives for “silence” x
Your eyes are amazing!
I love the way you have written this with the interlinked examples to fit within the theme. Your imagery is great ?
Great way to tell this story with each little bit! Loved it!
Made me hot, Molly.
The expressions on both your faces are perfect.
Unfff, as they say, very hot image that presses my buttons and I love the use of seperate writings as a whole, fantastic!
YES! This is a bit like how I prefer to be silenced too…especially when it’s clear they’re in total control. UNF.
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A hot, well written piece