Submissive Text Messages Novels & Stories

The rest of the message appears. "I miss you Mistress. I miss your touch on my body. I miss the way you eat my pussy and torture me with your sex toys. I can't wait to be a slutty slave for you once more. I really can't wait for you to be back from your trip. Your loyal submissive, Juliette" My entire body goes still. My smile disappears. My eyebrows slowly pull together as I stare at the message. It isn't a message from a sister. It isn't a casual message from a friend.

Anticipation of what exactly, pleasing him? "Slave, milk him, give him a treat." Dominique said. She watched Robert's face change and Dominique saw a pleased little impish smile on Jeannette's face. She was enjoying this; she was getting as much pleasure as Robert was. Dominique was struck by an impression; Jeannette was striving to be a perfect fuck, the sexual partner that Robert would remember forever.

The dual assault has me keening, my body arching back into her, tits jiggling with the force of her slams. The emotions hit me hard amid the physical frenzy—how I've always trusted her, how this feels like the ultimate surrender, turning our friendship into something deeper, more intimate. 'Cum inside me, Alex,' I beg, my voice filthy and desperate, turning my head to catch her lips in a messy kiss. Our tongues tangle, tasting the salt of sweat and my own arousal from earlier. 'Fill my dripping, stretched pussy with your hot load. I need it—please, make me yours completely.' The words tumble out, dirty talk laced with raw honesty, my submissive heart pouring out as my body chases release. Sh

She just had to send it here. Me: fuck, Victoria you look so sexy. Too bad you won’t let me hit. I watched the tick double, and then turn blue. My throat tightened as I watched the three dots bounce. Her message appeared. Victoria: I’ll suck your dick if you come tonight. The heat pooling in my groin area intensified, I could literally feel my pulse in my throat. Without hesitating, or giving a fuck of how tired I might be, I sent her a text I’ll be coming back tonight. Even if there was a hurricane or tsunami, I’ll make my way to her.

He texted me an address of a hotel. "It's a date." I joked. "Tell me what you can't wait to do to me pretty lady." I teased him through various texts and a sexy semi nude picture without the face. He couldn't get enough. Pig. "I hope you're into a splash of bondage my darling." "I absolutely love it." "Super. Sub or Dom?" "I'm a dom." "Just perfect. I love dom females." "Super." I dropped the phone on the bed before slipping into my flops and advancing towards Storm's room.

Send it quickly, or I'll make you regret the delay. The picture comes in in seconds and fuck, I loved the way his body was lean and taut, his cock curving up slightly, pre-cum glistening at the tip. My pulse quickens; I want to bury my face in that crotch, but not yet because control is key. He didn’t show his face but I didn’t care about that. Domcraver: Sent, Dom. Hope it pleases you. Domintothecore: It does, slut. Now, stand tall and slap your thighs ten times each. Hard enough to leave handprints. Count out loud for me, let me hear that submission in your voice even through text.

Her inbox was basically flooded with missed calls and texts, most of which were from her friend and colleague Lissy. Naturally, Kat opened her messages first. And it was both a rewarding and a torturous experience. The thing with Lissy was her obnoxious use of uppercase letters. Every single word she typed screamed in Kat's head. WHERE ARE YOU? said one of Lissy's texts, TEXT BACK ASAP OR I'LL PERSONALLY HUNT YOU DOWN AND STRANGLE YOU TWICE. Good old Lissy. She and Calix would probably get along swimmingly.

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My breath hitched. My fingers rushed across the keyboard as I texted him "I'm so wet, baby," while a shiver coursed through my body. Drew responded with "Aww" even before I got a chance to finish typing my message and sent a playful emoji. "Can we sext?" he asked, the words a direct invitation.

“This is so embarrassing. But yes. Positions. Ways to be more… submissive or adventurous. Things that might make him feel completely in control again. I want to please him, Sof. I want him to stop doubting that I’m all in.” She sipped her latte, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Alright, real talk. First, ride him slow. Like, painfully slow. Keep eye contact the whole time. Tell him how much you need his cock, how only he can make you feel like this. Guys eat that shit up.” I nodded, cheeks flaming. “Okay… that sounds doable.”