I never once think about what my Doll and I do from her position, but sometimes posts like this make me realize that the things I do to her (not Swoony here, just using this as an example) that she loves are things I simply DO.  I use her, toss her around, fuck whatever hole I want, and she lies there quiet and simply existing in my moment.  She is nothing, empty, to be used and tossed aside some nights and to be fucked into tears and then coddled to sleep others.  You straight sex pleading marriage and missionary motherfuckers will NEVER understand the deep satisfaction that comes with honestly admitting what you love to do with your bodies.

Let’s forget about religion for a moment and just talk about what most people in America (at least Middle America where we are) think sex should be: procreation.  Not enjoyment, not simple pleasure and deep longing but simple pollination.  When you want something more than that, it becomes a struggle that can consume your mind for years.  Having found my release, my Doll, my fuck hole, I’ll never let it go.  There’s a level of understanding that comes along with the sincere release of fucking someone like you’ve always wanted to that is completely unrelateable to anyone that is cinched up into the ties of bullshit matrimony and close-minded self-loathing.

missswoonypants:

He turned me into a legit nymphomaniac.

I’ve never been this horny for such an extended period of time.

We must have fucked at least 40 times. It was insane.

I sucked his cock first thing in the morning, each morning. He recorded us in the bathroom… Him, fucking my throat. I fucking LOVED…