The BDSM Craving Thread

BDSM Cravings

Man they let anybody in this cafe, I'm just trying to drown my sorrows and all these women are driving me crazy...
 
I'm going on a stressful trip tomorrow. So, actually?

Road head.

Maybe with a few trips through random drive-thru windows for fun.
 
I would love to be petted right now by my owner. Soothe my ruffled feathers. Ruffled by those I believed to be my friends, and my family as well. IF he were to do this, would end so much stress, and then i will do whichever he asked.
 
My little slut-cunt Jena craves all forms of punishment, but today, because she was extremely naughty yesterday, she will receive far more than she ever craved. She is now bound over my whipping horse with a rather large butt plug stretching her anus. Several red welts from my crop decorate her ass cheeks and Billy-Boy (my husband/sun) has been given permission to rape her whenever he desires. Suggestions for additional punishments may be offered.
 
I crave him, right here, right now :mad:
After I get him I am sure we will both have lot of different cravings :eek:
I hate being so needy :(
 
To be teased and pushed from feigned reluctance and smart-ass petulance all the way to flat-out wanton begging and absolute submission. With marks. :cattail:
 
Is it the weekend yet....

Right now I would just settle for a phone call. Because as soon as I hear his voice I am on the edge....:D
 
Being tied to an armless, straight-backed wooden chair, my tits flogged, my clit waxed and made to watch while my Sir fucks another man senseless. Then my Sir allowing the second man to fuck my mouth while he watches. Then my Sir would put me to bed without orgasm only to wake me up in the middle of the night and fuck me till my eyes roll back in my head.

*sighs*

Someday I really need to find a Sir.
 
The burning sting of Lady Claire's cane on my ass, across my breasts, between the lips of my cunt. I do not like the word cunt, but Lady Claire says it best describes the naughty slit between my legs.
 
Her hair in my hand, her quiet protests silenced by my mouth over hers, her juices flowing over my fingers, her moans in my ears, her obediance leading to her orgasm.
 
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