Quarantine Ramblefap Sext Messages {M4F] [sexting you] [teasing] [playing with myself] [quarantine land lonely]

A quarantine ramblefap because all I can do is lay here and think about what I want to do when I get my hands on you… (hint: I want to fuck you, ʜᴀʀᴅ)

????: [M4F] [sexting you] [M Dom] [rough] [aggressive] [fingering her] [biting] [spanking] [wild man] [doggy style] [domination] [cum for me] [quarantine land lonely]

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Mmmmm, it’s been a while since I’ve had anyone to touch. Anyone to play with. It’s just me, trapped in quarantine land, all by my lonesome self. And let me tell you, I have had a LOT of time to play with myself during all this.

Somedays, I’m so worked up I get off 3, maybe 4 times. It’s an itch that can’t quite be scratched on my own, but boy does that not stop me from trying my hardest.

And I get, so, so very hard sometimes. Wrapping my fingers around this thick cock of mine, the heat radiating off of it as I start to stroke myself. I have a nice and dirty imagination, but I also love a little visual stimulation. Something pretty, something sexy, something easy on the eyes. And that’s where you come in, my dear.

I love to think about you. Imagining the curves of your body. The shape of you before me. Having some pictures of you helps during this most lonely of seasons. I get flashes of inspiration from the teasy pics you send me. Ideas that go on my “to-do” list, or more appropriately, my “to-do to you” list.

Those perky nipples of yours are fun to look at. I enjoy seeing you squeeze them and play with them, don’t get me wrong. But they are absolutely begging to be bitten, to be sucked on hard. I want them in my mouth. To roll my tongue over each one and take turns kissing them. Of course, being so pent up, I want to be rough with you. I want you to feel my teeth close down on them, to pull them and pinch them and slap them. Make you moan and gasp and beg me to go easier on them. I only promise that I’ll be nice to them. Nice to you.

I’ll be very nice to you.

So nice, in fact, because it will be my first chance to have some fun in person with someone in… oh, six months? Maybe more. I hope you can clear your calendar because I plan on fucking your brains out all weekend long. Only coming up for water, sleep, and good takeout.

I will not be taking my hands off of you. I will not be slowing down or stopping until we’re both exhausted and completely fucking satisfied on every level.

Every hole of yours, from that pretty little mouth to that dirty little asshole, I’m going to make mine. I want to make you feel really good and you’re going to make me feel oh so fucking good too. Lose ourselves in a horny haze. Minds fuzzy, legs weak, bodies sore in all the right places.

Grrrr, it’s really not my thing, waiting. Or maybe, I have waited long enough and I’m impatient to pounce you. To finish devouring your tits and turn you around in my arms. Grabbing you from behind, pulling you back into my body so you can feel my stiff cock against your ass. I wish you could feel what my hand feels right now. This raging erection. This frustrated boner. Feel it press between your ass cheeks, against your back, as my arms grope you and grab you, fondling you in my fingers as I growl in your ear.

My arms pull you back with a surprising strength to them. When I want something, I want it badly. When I want you, there’s not much that can keep me from you. Your beast, your wolf, your wildman. There will be time for tender kisses and soft touches later. Cuddles after rough sex. Tonight, I want you like a bitch in heat as I fuck you from wall to wall. Pick a piece of furniture you want me to fuck you over, I’ll add it to the list.

You can give me those big, “fuck me” eyes and moan a breathy “yes, sir” or you can be a brat and resist. Tell me you’re not dripping wet at the sound of my voice in your ear, at the thought of my dick filling you up and slamming into you. You can try to wiggle out of my grasp and try to boss me around, but I won’t have it. Not tonight. Tonight is grabbing you firmly by the hair and pulling you around to where I want you. To telling you just how I want you. To just taking you when I want you.

I know you’d look so very good sucking down my cock. I probably wouldn’t even have to guide you. Probably wouldn’t need to make you choke it down your throat tonight, since you know I’m in a mood to be rough. But as much as you might like that, I think I just want to get to fucking you.

I can spare a hand away from teasing your tits to run my fingers along your pussy. Fingering along the length of it, circling your clit, slipping an eager finger inside you to feel just how wet you already are for me. Oh how I want to have you dripping for me. A soaked, hungry, horny slut ready and eager for this cock.

I want to hear that moan of yours. Those gasps and groans as I slide another finger in and stroke you a little deeper, a little firmer. All while holding you like you’re mine. Like you can’t escape my grasp tonight. Like I’m going to own you, mind, body, and soul.

I want to tease you fiercely. Play on all your little spots. Trip all your senses so your mind is exploding with sensations and fireworks before I’ve even begun to fuck you. I said I was going to be nice to you, not that I would play nice. I might play nice with you, but that depends on your moans and mind at this point.

Once I have you good and worked up, so you’re squirming in my arms, pressing your pussy against my hand, then I might feel like I’ve got you wet enough. I want to get you begging for it. Whether its verbally, your voice crying out for me to please fuck you, or be it physical in a way your body tells me it needs me inside you.

Mmmm, think my arm is cramping up from stroking myself so hard thinking about all this. The mind is so very willing but the flesh has limits. I think I need to pick up the pace here a little, stop teasing you, stop teasing myself.

You feel my hot breath on your ear as I whispered just how badly I wanted you. How I was going to ravage you. How I am going to make you mine tonight. How I will make you cum until you can’t think straight anymore.

Cause I want to fuck you until you lose yourself in the feeling. Each orgasm more intense than the last, crashing over your mind and body. I want to leave you puddled and breathless, without a single thought in your head.

How would you like that, lovely? To be a sweat, hot, sticky mess when I’m done with you? To not have a single thought left in your head while your pussy is filled over and over again by me?

I think we can arrange that

BONUS ENDING

You really shouldn’t think with your pussy like that, but I really don’t want you thinking at all here. I want you to feel me throw you down on your bed and yank your clothes out of the way. I want you on all fours before me. Down on your hands and knees where you’re gonna stay until I’ve had my way with you and pumped every last drop out of my balls and into you.

That pretty little head of yours wasn’t made for thinking, tonight. Tonight, I just want it hot and mushy and oh so needy. Just like that pretty little mouth of yours. Tonight, it’s made for moaning and begging and biting down on the bed to muffle your cries of pleasure. Those pretty little eyes of yours? They’re made for looking back over your shoulder at me pumping away at you. That, or watching yourself get fucked in the bedroom mirror.

Those pretty little hands of yours can grip the bed sheets to brace yourself as I thrust and fill you up. There is nothing little about this ass of yours, but it sure is pretty presented before me. Face down, ass up, like a good little slut for me. That pretty hair of yours sure looks good for grabbing so I can see that pretty back of yours arch for me as I line my thick cock up with your dripping pussy lips.

I might pause a moment and make that pretty little voice of yours cry out for me. Tease you with the hot head of my cock and have you pour out your dirty little needs for me. Hearing how badly you want this. Just how worked up I’ve gotten you. Make you say my name and ask for my cock. Say it again. I can’t hear you. I need you to speak up or else this hard cock of mine is just going to sit here at the edge of your pussy and slide against your clit all night.

Do you want this angry big cock inside you? Do you need me to fill you up? Will you take every inch of my cock good and hard and thank me for every thrust? I’m going to make you squirm and struggle until I’m satisfied you know your place under me tonight. This pussy belongs to me tonight. This ass is mine tonight.

I’d have to give your ass a few good smacks before I plunge my stiff rod into you. Well, maybe more than just a few good ones. Get that ass of yours nice and bright red and stinging sharply. Make you say, “thank you,” each time before I slap it again. You see, making you mine isn’t just about physically dominating you. It’s not even about making you cum drunk on my cock and fill you with it. It’s about making that very eloquent and lovely mind of yours hand over control to me. I don’t want a thought in your mind that isn’t about me tonight.

I want to occupy the space between your ears while I fill the place between your legs. That complete and utter attention on every inch of my cock as it slides in and out of you. That sharp reminder that your ass is being pounded by me and me alone tonight. The marks big and small that will remind you tomorrow in the shower, remind you later in the week as you get dressed for work, remind you on the weekend as you get ready for bed, that I was here. That my hands were on your body. That my cock was inside you. That you were reduced down to a hot sweaty mess under me as I filled you up until we came together.

I hope you don’t mind a few bite marks, some bruises, maybe some scratches. Nothing too noticeable, nothing too painful, but the animal comes out in me when I’m taking it out on you. I’ll probably have you too worked up and eager for everything I give you that you won’t mind in the moment. Maybe waking up from our steamy sexy haze in the morning we might bemoan getting too worked up, but then what’s the fucking point of all this raw sexual energy I’ve got pent up if I can’t take it out on you from time to time?

Pulling a fistful of your hair back as I slide my cock into your wet and ready pussy. I think I’d slip right in with easy, don’t you? Think you’d be so wet by now, so thirsty for the feeling of my feeling you up and stretching you out. I know my words usually put you in a mood, but I want to feel you in the mood. Feel how wet I make you, how hot you run when I’m thrusting in you. I want to hear your voice ring out as you brace for the best angle with which to push your ass back into me so I hit you in all the right places.

Mmmmm, how badly I want to cum but not yet, not until I’ve finished my little story here. Not until I’ve teased more. But how much more can I tease you until it’s just cruel? Is it cruel, to keep teasing someone with how badly I want them? How badly I want to fuck them? I want to fuck you. I want to bend you in front of me and arch over your ass as I slam into you. The sounds of your cheeks against my thighs as I hump you into the bed.

You see, I tend to last a lot longer than my partners. I tend to be the last one to cum, if I cum at all. That’s not to say it isn’t fun. Oh I enjoy it because I get to focus on fucking you. On filling you up again and again and again and again. On making your cry out and moan and whimper and make all manner of animalistic sounds as I drill you from behind. If I can make you cum, wonderful. What I really want to do though, is make you cum multiple times.

Once I’m balls deep inside you, all I want is to feel you shudder and cum on my cock. To keep pounding you as you orgasm. To shift and find a spot that sends you over the edge again. To keep pleasuring you over and over until you lose track of how many times you’ve cum. Until it’s just a stream running down your legs as I puddle you and leave you breathless. I mean, what’s the point of being an agreeable little slut if you don’t get used all night long?

Other nights are for romance. Other times are for toys and fancy accessories. Other places for other types of fun. This night, this time, this place, is for me to fill you up and breed you until the sun comes up. You’ve got the body to keep me going. I’ve got the body to keep you rocking. I plan on exhausting myself on you. To feel sore from a good night of fucking so the next day it’s hard to walk and hard to exist. I want to be sore from fucking you tomorrow.

Putting my hands on your ass and grabbing you to thrust into you harder. Pulling you back into me as I piston my hips, nearly pulling out to the tip before slamming the full shaft back to the base. My poor, swollen balls slapping back and forth as I only go faster and faster. Will you cry out my name now? Will you moan, “yes, daddy” or will you tell me to fuck you harder? Or maybe you’ll bite down on a pillow and muffle your voice because I’ve got you too worked up for words? I do like when you lose control. When I can bring out the animal in you.

Slowing down, I’ll bend over you, hover just behind you. You’ll feel my weight shift and push you down a little as my thrusts become a little shallower, a little slower, a little more forceful. My chest against your back as my hands grip and grab you. Do they slide under and find your tits to grab and tease as I trust? Or are you already face down into the bed so I grab your shoulders to brace myself better and slam you back into me more?

Either way, I’m filling you up and gonna keep pumping you until I’ve had my fill and exhausted myself on you. I do very badly want to cum. I want you to feel me tense and shudder and release my hot cum inside you. I definitely want you to hear me moan your name and pant and groan and growl as I reach my own limit.

When I finally do cum, you’ll know it was well earned and much deserved. I’ll collapse on top of you before we catch our breath a little and shift to more of a cuddle position.

You’ll make me light-headed with how hard I cum, when I finally do get my greedy hands on you~?

I want you to know I got off writing this story, thinking of you. Thinking of you under me, puddled and breathless. Think that’s on the top of the “post-quarantine to-do” list.

☑️ Do you

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