Latest Posts by ofmonstersandprey - Page 2

First time at a Brazilian Grill for my Birthdayyy. This pineapple drink has me fucked up 😂 Happy early 31st to meeeeeee 🥰

People who are like “asking for consent ruins the moment” have no imagination.

Like, I’m sorry, but purring “do you want it?” into your partner’s ear before you fuck is hot.

Looking into your partner’s eyes and asking “may I?” in a voice breathy with desire before you kiss them is super hot.

and “Do you want me to pin you up against this wall and fuck you till you’re screaming my name?” is just basically dirty talk.

What the actual fuck is wrong with you?  If asking for consent ruins sex you’re what?  A rapist who sucks at talking dirty?  

Is that a demographic whose fun we care about ruining?

God i want to milk a man so bad. 🤤

tables turned

I LOVE his thighs 🤤 i wanna bite them before I put him in my mouth, and he wraps them around my head to hold me down.

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it’s okay to have unethical sexual fantasies about me in fact i encourage it!💗

making me suck ur fingers before u ram them inside of me 😵‍💫

Videos of you cumming with the sound on >>>>

Starving but only for someone who loves me forever.

Soooo, I’m not gonna hold your hand while I say this but…

Did you know that your triggers are yours?

That’s right!

That means they are yours to deal with.

Your responsibility to learn how to navigate around them.

Your cue to look inward and understand why you act or feel such a way.

Your wound to heal from.

This also means that it isn’t fair to expect everyone else around you to navigate their speech and behaviours around YOUR triggers.

Because they are YOOOOURSSSSS

as much as i wanna be tied up i also wanna tie someone up and just…watch them take it in. it can be so intoxicating 🙃

Look I just wanna be pinned down under a bear of a man, overstimulated, and filled with cum until I’m braindead.

Is that too much to ask?

I could have been your galaxy—

The sun that warmed you,

The moon that moved you,

The stars that lit your darkest nights.

But you were blind to the light

Until it vanished.

A man going "fuck me, yeah fuck me" while I'm riding him would cure me :/ I'd get extra cured if he went "mmh harder... please harder pleasee..." when I slow down and grind on his cock a little ://

Mouth on bulge through the fabric. You agree. Reblog

I always get so h0rny in the shower 😏

I. Need. Those. Hands. All. Over. Me. AND. IN. ME. NOWWWWWW. 🤌🤌

Thanks.

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One for the hand fans out there.

Are you okay with sexting here?

It depends, tbh. I personally go off of vibes. Sometimes, I instantly feel a vibe that I can work with, but then I end up not responding after 10 minutes. Sometimes, I can make it through a whole conversation, but then you probably won't hear from me again. I only have a select few that i continue to keep contact with that I actually enjoyed conversation with so far, whether that would be sexting and/or actual conversation.

What are your favorite activities for each season?

So spring is hard because it's still super wet and rainy. But on the days that it's nice, I enjoy sitting outside and soaking in the smells and the fresh air and the sun after a long dark winter.

Summer involves a lot of hiking and going on adventures. While on my adventures, I enjoy scavenging for things that i think are cool. I love to swim, whether it's in a pool or at the beach. I love going for drives with the windows down and music blaring. It does a small daily reset on the brain. I also love to paint and craft in the summer.

Fall is my favorite time of the year. The leaves start changing into beautiful colors, and the air gets crisp and has a specific small to it. It's also spooky season. So I binge watch horror movies, plan my Halloween costume for a party im either throwing or going to, and I try to get in as many Halloween themed makeup looks in as possible. I enjoy bonfires and a few drinks with friends. Also I can't forget the haunted houses 😊

Winter is for staying indoors, drinking coffee, art and crafting, decorating for Christmas, and visiting family.

That smut is absolutely incredible - I can’t wait for more!

Thank you! I can't wait to give you guys more!

This man and his story 🥵🥵 It has an undeniable pull. I was hooked instantly. The way the scenes unfolded was so vivid and magnetic, I could feel every moment deep in my body. It stirred something in me, slow and steady, then all at once. There was a raw intensity to it that was both arousing and beautifully written. I didn’t just read it—I felt it. Im obsessed, and I need more.

After a long day, you get to come home finally. You’ve been squirmy all night, ready to be touched. You want touched, kissed, and to be fucked and tasted. Truth is…I’ve been waiting for you, too. It’s dark in the house. Candles are lit and their scent reaches your nose. The scent and the dim, flickering light relaxes you.

You take a few steps forward, wondering where I might be. You take a deep breath, wondering.

“I’ve been waiting for you, beautiful,” you hear from behind you. My arms slip around you, hugging you from behind. I kiss you on the cheek. Then down back to where your neck reaches to your ears.

I place kisses there as well, then dot them along your jaw. With one hand I turn your face toward me and capture your lips with mine. Soft at first, gentle. My tongue reaches out to yours and soon I can feel that fire within you growing.

My other hand roams about, gently touching you outside your clothes. I mold my body against yours, and you feel me close behind you. My arms pull you tight as the kiss becomes stronger, more passionate. I can feel the need in you.

One hand skirts across your chest and down. You push back, your butt wiggling against me. You must feel how hard I am against you. You whimper in need.

“Mmmm. I’ve missed you. Your little giggles. Your scent,” I say, breathing in deeply against your neck where it meets your shoulder. Then exhaling. The feel of it makes you sigh.“Your taste,” I say, kissing along your collarbone. With a moan, I punctuate, “your sounds.”

I watch your shadow dance along the wall, wavering in the candlelight. I know you’ve been stressed today, so my hands move up to your shoulders, kneading lightly, then softly massaging, dancing across your back. Up and down. I listen to your breathing. After a few moments, I lift your shirt up. The expanse of your back is exposed to me. Soon, you anticipate, all of you will be. I move your hair to the side. I kiss the back of your neck.I lift the shirt up and off your shoulders.

My hands roam across your sides, skirting up front. Wandering close to your breast. To tease, I run one hand across it, the thumb trailing ever so slow across your nipple. Then they resume their dance. My hands skirt the hem of your pants, and you move, trying to encourage them to stray lower.

Meanwhile, my lips capture your ears. Licking gently across your lobe before kissing hard against your neck. I can feel the effect it has on you.

I pull you close against me by your hips and buck forward, eager to feel your skin against mine.

My hands are in your hair. I love the feel of it in my hands. Fingers snaking through it, massaging your scalp. Calming you. You know you’re safe in my hands. Well…safe from danger. I may torture you a bit. Teasing, tantalizing torture…

A finger traces your jawline, then up to your lips. Courting the contours of those luscious, kissing curves. Your lips part, inviting me in. The finger lingers, touching your tongue gently. You nurse it, suckling lightly. You can hear my moan as you feel it against your shoulder. My mouth there, sighing, then licking.

I trail that finger down, leaving your mouth pouting and wanting more. The slick fingertip finds your breast, circling, then closing in on your nipple. It stiffens almost immediately. Your back arches and at the same time, my teeth trail lightly across your neck.

Another deep breath from both of us. “Your shadow looks so good there, writhing on the walls. The floors. Almost as good as you would.” With a light pinch, I can almost feel the sensation running through your body.

Curious, I reach low, caressing across your chest, down across your stomach, and descend beneath the hem of the only barrier between us. My hand moves slow. I can feel you press forward, eager to feel me touch you.

I do.

My fingers crawl to you. Feeling the heat as they barely touch your mound. Then lower, as they skirt across your lips, touching the silky smooth center.

“Mmm,” I moan. “You’re so wet.” Your moans signal your surprise. You didn’t think I’d touch you. Not so soon.

But your torture…has just begun….

My finger reaches in. Upward, deeply inside you. Inside, you’re on fire. You begin to move against me. Searching for that rhythm. My fingers crook against that spot inside of you, making you squirm. Just as you begin to get lost in the sensation, it’s gone. The fingers leaving you empty. Instead, they’re at my lips. I take a long, sensual lick, where I know you can see me. Then I offer you the slick digits, coated in your own nectar. I slip them into your mouth and moan at the sight of you tasting yourself.

“You taste so good,” I say with a smirk. Do  you have any idea how badly I want you now? I bet not. How I want to rip the fabric from your legs and dive inside of you? My mouth hungrily lapping at your sex? How I want to thrust inside you, ravenous with hunger? To join with you? To feel myself embedded inside you? Can you see that when I smirk and stare into those eyes?

The hunger is building. The fire rising in both of us. I turn your head, eager to share your taste on our lips. After a moment, fearing I’ll get lost in that kiss, I pull away.

Kneeling, I look up at you. I kiss across one hip. Then across your belly to the other. My tongue makes its way across your hipbones then along the edge of your pants.

I kiss down the center. My mouth hovers just above your sex. Fabric and air keep me from devouring you. Nevertheless, I can smell you. The scent of your arousal is intoxicating.

I push closer, my mouth pressing against your mound, veiled by the thin fabric. I can feel how you’ve soaked through it. I wonder if you can feel the heat of my breath.

I kiss you hard through the fabric, the pressure focused against your clit.

After a minute, my hands reach up and start to peel the fabric down. Your hips are revealed, then your thighs. Your legs clear the pants and I toss them away. Finally I can see the junction between your thighs. That altar I want to worship at.

I know you feel exposed. Torn between wanting to cover up and hide from my gaze and craving my tongue against your skin.

Your desire overcomes. I move closer, until I know you must feel my breath on your skin. I wait for a moment. You move, I meet you. You smell divine. My tongue stretches out, giving a long, flat lick across your center. One. Two. Three. Your sounds feed my desire. But I pull away, pausing. Your hands reach for me, ready to pull me back where you crave me.

Instead, my hands dart out, grasping your wrists. I stand, moving forward. I kiss your lips softly after rising. With your hands in mine, I lead you to a different part of the room.

I marvel at the way you look amid the flames. The candlelight drawing beautiful patterns of shadow across your skin. Your skin flushed with desire. With craving.

I reach behind you and produce a soft black object. A blindfold.

You seem a bit hesitant at first, but after feeling my hands in yours and a gentle reassurance from me, you’re ready. You know I will not harm you. You trust me. You know I will keep you safe.

I put it into place. It is soft against your skin. But the darkness is jarring at first. I ground you with my touch. With my voice. I hold you tightly in my arms. I kiss you.

I kiss you all over. My lips, teeth, and tongue travel in tandem. Peppering kisses and nibbles along your neck. You cannot see, but you can hear. You can feel. You can smell. Your hands reach out, try to direct me. Again I snatch them. Reaching upward, I take your arms along with me. I hold them both together over your head with one hand. I kiss at each of your wrists. Then down along your arms. Your shoulders. Your neck and lips.

As I do, you feel a sensation. Somewhat soft, yet supple. It trails across your skin as I kiss you. My free hand must carry this material as the other holds your wrists. I trail it across your body. Your legs, your hips. Up across your stomach, lingering.

Finally my focus is upon your wrists once more. You feel the rope looping around your wrists, binding them together and up above your head. Not too tight, but tight enough. You whimper in frustration and arousal. You are at my mercy now. And you know we're just getting started....

Just a little snippet from my trip to Idaho so far! 😊 I got to go hiking through the valley in Oregon and up these giant hills to mine for stones today. Im exhausted and sore and beaten up, but God, it was so worth it. It was my first real day out in nature since last summer, and I soaked up every last second of it. I can't wait for what tomorrow is going to bring 🖤

possessive, forceful breeding. where you moan out how you just can't stop yourself as you continue to fuck your cum deeper into me while i whimper folded underneath you

the generational gap between me and the people my age who use chat gpt

Having eyes that can see beauty everywhere is a gift.

I love sucking dickk

Can we (platonically) make out while I (platonically) whimper into your mouth while your fingers (platonically) spread me open and you (platonically) finger my holes until I’m (platonically) sobbing in pleasure, (platonically) moaning your name?

If you could travel anywhere, where would you want to go and why?

I want to travel to so many places. Germany, Ireland, Spain, Greece, Peru, etc. And I want to go not only to see how beautiful these places are, but to learn the culture. I dont want to be just another tourist. I want to learn. I want to stay with a family and live as they do, even if its just for a short while.

Do you have pets? What kind?

I unfortunately dont currently. But I'd love to have a few.

get to know the blogger

anonymously (or not) ask me any question you’d like to know about me

You barely make it to the bed before they’re on you—kissing you like they’re starving, hands everywhere like they need you. Everything’s messy. Clothes are half-off, your skin’s hot, and you’re already grinding against them like you’ve lost all control.

“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” they breathe, like they can't believe you're real. “So soft, so good for me.”

Their fingers slide between your legs, and you whimper—no warning, just two thick fingers pressing deep, making everything so loud and wet it’s filthy. Their thumb starts rubbing your clit just right, and your hips are already moving on instinct.

“That's it, just like that,” they groan. “You take it so well—always so good for me. Look at you—dripping, needy, making the prettiest little sounds.”

You’re falling apart fast, clutching at them, moaning their name. And when they finally slide inside you, it’s everything—deep, hard, desperate. Their hands grip your hips tight as they fuck into you like they’ve been waiting forever.

“God, you feel amazing,” they pant. “Tight little pussy—meant for me. You’re so perfect, so fucking perfect.”

You can’t even talk—just moaning, legs trembling, overwhelmed by how full you feel and how good they make you feel. And they just keep going, murmuring praise in your ear while they ruin you, over and over, like you’re something precious they can't get enough of.

Stay tuned for the switch up 😏😉