Author: princessperspective

Mr. Shyness [M25/F24] [Intimate] [Msub/Gentle Fdom] [Praise] [Nipple Play] [Mirror Sex] [Established Relationship] [3624 words]

This month there’s a long mirror right in front of Nicole’s bed. Or well. it’s always been there, all pretty and quite arguably cursed. Some hand-me-down from an aunt on her mom’s side. It hadn’t really been a particularly striking object; just another stray piece of home she brought with she when she moved out. She’d considered giving it back, or even selling it just to give her room some more space. But somehow, it’s managed to better define itself around the time Josh starts coming over.

It’s been a good few months into her relationship with him—long enough to notice all the quiet things. How every time the two of them go out, he seems to always glance a second too long when he passes by a shop window. How in almost every interval of 3 milliseconds, he’s fixing his bangs or touching his lips. She caught him checking himself out in her mirror the first time he stopped by her place.

Sure, it doesn’t really bother her—it’s adorable, honestly, but whenever she stops by the mirror in front of her bed, she can’t help but think about the thin imaginary line between vanity and insecurity, and wonder which side her boyfriend’s about to tip over if he took another step. Though, it isn’t any of her business anyway. Especially when she’s probably looking into it too much. Read more »

Dear Diary, [F18forM18+] [Size Kink] [Breeding] [Mdom/Fsub]

Dear diary,

I have a size kink. Actually, I have several kinks—degradation, dumbification, a sprinkle of painplay here and an ounce of petplay there—and the list can go on. However, despite my long list of turn-ons, I’ve never actually explored them in real life. I’ve had my fair share of online exhibitionism, but I just know that sexting and fucking myself on my 5-inch dildo is never going to be as good as actually getting…fucked. In real life.

And the thing is, I’m a decently pretty girl ^w^ Face of an angel, and the body of a demon. By that I mean I have pretty brown eyes, long lashes, doll lips—plus—a large bust, wide hips, and a cute ass! All of that packaged in around 150.5 centimeters, and yes, the 0.5 matters a lot to me. Anyone could take a glance at me and think, *well, isn’t she just the perfect little princess?* One of my first ambitions (among many, because I like to set goals like that), was to become a bit of a slut by the time I’m in university. Then, the pandemic hit, several other things hit—and life just doesn’t open up that opportunity for me. It isn’t my first priority to be a whore, even if I would have liked it to be, haha. Of course I’ve tried Tinder…and I don’t know, it just wasn’t for me. Maybe I should try it again. Read more »

Sweet Dreams [M20/F20/M20] [Incubus] [MFM Threesome] [Spitroasting] [Gagging] [Breeding] [Rough Mdom/Fsub/Switch M] [4919 words]

Dylan Gonzalez is by far, the most attractive person Amber had ever met. *Met*, not *seen*, she’d like to emphasize, as a good handful of conventionally attractive people she’s liked looking at aren’t all that pretty anymore after she’s gotten to know them properly.

That’s the thing about Dylan; Amber hadn’t paid much attention to him initially, and didn’t know much about him beyond what most people do when they meet him for the first time: loud, hilarious, witty, and fun to talk to. With a friendly sense of humor and the personality of a beagle, he’s definitely popular on campus for his charisma. It was only after he came up to her—asking for some help on an assignment, since he cut a class that week—that she started getting to know him well. Too well, actually.

Admittedly, it was pretty weird at first, being able to relate to someone so easily—but now, she may just be as close to him as he is with his roommate Aaron. Even though those two have been together for a longer period of time and harbor a special connection probably only reserved for like, soulmates or something, she’s managed to slip herself into their dynamic relatively easily. But what’s even weirder is how dear , he—and Aaron, by extension, by fortune, by *providence*—are to her now, so much so she finds herself missing people she’s already with. As if she’d been missing them way before she even knew who they were. Read more »

Throat-Slut [F20/M22] [Deepthroating] [Gagging] [Throat-Training] [Size Difference] [Short GF / Tall BF] [Petplay] [Ownership] [Praise and Degradation] [3703 words]

He was fine with the fact that she’d never been able to take his entire cock into her mouth. By virtue of her short height, the rest of her was anatomically smaller in comparison to him. Additionally, he was endowed enough to the point she was only ever able to take half of him. He never minded that, especially since she’s always eager to please him. She does it the way he loves, the best way she knows how. Slow, sloppy, and twisting her hand up and down whatever length was left. But more than that, she just loved gagging on his cock. She’d explained to him that gagging, on its own, induced *pleasant* physical sensations for her: shivers down her spine, and tingles at the back of her throat. And of course, anything she loves, he loves.

Besides that, he was just plain *obsessed* with the sound she made whenever she gagged: this dainty choking noise that trickled into a pleased sigh, as if she was having the meal of a lifetime. He doesn’t know how she does it—how she made it look and sound so delectable to suck on his dick, of all things. Read more »

Day In [F26/M27] [Cock-warming] [Creampie] [Intimate] [Girlfriend/Boyfriend]

Streams of mellow light splay over so slow through the blinds one could catch it, keep it in a jar, and watch it flicker. His hands follow the cool noon as it runs along her body—molds it into her skin with only the heat of his fingertips and his candor.

It’s been around 5 minutes or hours or days or so. She’s not too sure. Time billows into a thing of rain drops and dotted lines ticking away as he leans forward to press his lips under her jaw, shifting his length inside her walls so idly she could give the cold twitch that burns in her stomach a nickname—fuck, god, god, “*God.*”“How are you doing there?” He asks when he pulls back, licks his bottom lip like he’s tasting something, his cock throbbing so heavy of inside her as he says it. Rain follows his voice in a soft pitter patter.

“Just peachy,” she manages, trying to commit herself to a routine of easy breathing that should be easier now that she’s better familiarized herself with the bare definition of his size, his shape—his heat. But now that you know and feel so much of it and everywhere, it’s quite the opposite. She wants to take her mind off it, or else she might (quite literally) cum on the spot, “Tell me about your day.” Read more »